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In a stunningly short amount of time, TomKat's apparently more red-hot half, Katie Holmes, has already helped the Broadway show, All My Sons, turn a profit. The show's producers officially announced today that the revival of Arthur Miller's play has entirely made back its $3.25 million investment.

In Hollywood terms, Holmes just became Broadway box-office gold. And her buzz-worthy touch was sorely needed.

"When everything is closing around her," remarked a star in one of the many Broadway shows expected to shut its doors next month, "this is a spectacular feat—of course, it's not just her, it's [costars] John Lithgow and Dianne Wiest, but no one will say that."

True?

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Samantha Ronson and Lindsay Lohan, H'wood's reigning queer(ish) couple, took a SoHo ride on the subway in New Yawk. They're so like us, right?

Let's just be grateful Linds isn't behind a wheel. Photo is certainly quite telling, no? Allow us to provide a babe bod-language translation: Sam's stuck in the background, looking both annoyed and exhausted, while LiLo's pretty, freckled face fills up the foreground, a tiny li'l satisfied smirk stuck on her mug.

This pair paints a pic worth a thousand worries. Sure, L2 might have morphed into a better, more put-together person while with S.R., but doll didn't become a gay person. And this snapshot just shows how out of sync they really are with each other—like a photo needed to tell us that.

—Additional sass by Becky Bain

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Oprah, that powerhouse gal, sniffin' around some famous chick over the weekend, want to know who? Then forget about Justin Timberlake drinkin' and dancin' on his table at Prive in Sin City like he was Paris Hilton or something, and let's go straight to InWhySee where the real celebs came out to peep at...

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Just got back from New Yawk. The husband, Jon Powell, was in a musical, Fancy Boys Follies, with hilarious Jim J. Bullock. Both men were fab, but then, I'm married to one of 'em, so guess that's sorta like Tom Cruise going on and on about how sensational Katie Holmes is in Arthur Miller's All My Sons. Yeah, right.

Well, guess what? She is good. Very good.

It's really stupefying stuff, too, 'cause for the past year or two, it's been looking like Kate's going the way of Mad Money, after hooking up with Cruise, and further from the more formidable material from her career prior, Pieces of April, for instance. Well, she's back. The talented Katie, that is, as a complex and most fetching girlfriend to hunky Patrick Wilson. Dianne Wiest is divine, but that's like a boring statement, really, she's always so genius. No, it was Holmes' role to prove, really, and she did. And those folks teaming outside waiting for her autograph were rabid for her, not Tom. The anti-Scientologist screamers seem to have given up? Damn shame, such added drama!

But look. Think this calamitous, barricade-requiring showdown outside the Schoenfeld on Broadway would have occurred had Holmes not married Cruise? No way. K.H. was smart. She knew exactly what she was doing, just like her predecessor, Nicole Kidman, did. Kidman's a fab talent, to be sure, but would she had ever ended up where she landed had not she not been Tommy's No. 2? Unlikely.

It's all in the moment, and Holmes saw how best to grab it, for sure. Sadly, and ironically, Nic even showed up to show her support (or revenge, perhaps?) by looking so utterly gorgeous it hurt: on the back of the show's Playbill, in an ad for Chanel No. 5.

Half the audience was tittering about this not so subtle stab, intended or not? Doesn't matter. All anyone could talk about was how N.K. doesn't look anything like the ad these days, really. And there was Katie up onstage, looking real, accessible, womanly—she's too thin, to be sure, but she's got the curves down—and damn close to brilliant, too. Score one for the Third Wives' Club, for sure.

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Claire Danes, checking out the catwalk the Zac Posen show in New Yawk's Bryant Park. The blond babe had long, gorgeous locks and was wearing a form-fitting peach and white shimmering cocktail frock. Lookin' bee-yoo-tiful, said our chic source, but still way too rail thin. Maybe she woulda fit in better on the runway than off it? C.D. caught the fashion action solo, sans her beau, Hugh Dancy. Guess even dating a game dame (like, is she ever) like Danes can't get a guy to go to a fashion show. Elsewhere at the Posen walk-off was...

Rachel Zoe, slinking in to catch the couture. Looking "skinny to the extreme," said our eyes, the very same pair who called Claire thin. When ya look skinny next to someone as curve-less as Claire, ya know you got a problem. The "raisin face" (as Nicole Richie once described her ex-employee) stylist to the stars watched the high fashion beside a bespectacled, spikey-hair fella. Jeez. Wonder if the gal's more famous friends ain't calling her back anymore to hang out? Getting stylish in the city was...

Camille Guaty, at the Victoria's Secret lounge at the Bryant Park Hotel. The Prison Break babe flew solo, tho she spent a few New Yawk blocks chattin' with our enchanted A.T. eyes, what a sweetie. C.G., in avaianas and a light sweater, sipping out of an iced Starbucks, said she was a bit nervous about the big move to the East to shoot the upcoming midseason Cupid for the boob tube. Cam's keeping her L.A. pad just in case the show's a no-go. Smart girl, that one.

—Additional sass by Becky Bain