Michael Nagle for The New York Times

Lost No More The two Coreys, Mr. Haim, left, and Mr. Feldman, at right with his wife, Susie, team up again, this time for a TV series called (what else?) “The Two Coreys.”

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IT has been 20 years since Corey Haim and Corey Feldman starred in “The Lost Boys,” a teenage vampire movie that made both actors household names. Or one household name, anyway.

“People would ask me, ‘Which Corey are you?’ ” said Mr. Feldman, 36. (Back then, Mr. Feldman was the sarcastic sidekick; Mr. Haim was the hero.) Hence their on-again, off-again professional separation of roughly 11 years.

But on Monday, the Coreys, together again, dined alfresco at Paesano on Mulberry Street. Mr. Feldman, his shirt open to reveal a chest of five o’clock shadow, brought his wife, Susie. Mr. Haim, 35, brought his mother, Judy.

“My mom saved my life,” Mr. Haim explained, pawing at the dog tags around his neck. “She gave me mouth-to-mouth more than once.”

They were the Coreys — for better, and then for much worse — co-stars in a string of films, including the teenage comedy “License to Drive” in 1988. Now, inevitably, after stints in rehab (Mr. Feldman for heroin, Mr. Haim for cocaine), unfortunate career moves, and several broken engagements, they reunite for “The Two Coreys,” a realityish series premiering tonight on A&E.

“It’s like ‘You, Me and Dupree,” said Mrs. Feldman, referring to the 2006 comedy about a hapless guy who moves in with his just-married best friend.

Likewise, Mr. Haim shacked up with the Feldmans for three months. (The couple live in Los Angeles; the series was shot in Vancouver for tax breaks.) In one scene, Mr. Feldman, who has been offered a role in the straight-to-video “Lost Boys” sequel, must confront Mr. Haim, who (gulp) wasn’t.

The conversation replayed itself over baked ziti. “I want you to do the movie,” said Mr. Haim, his labored speech belying years of too much fun. “No, you don’t,” Mr. Feldman said. Mr. Haim reached for a Marlboro Light. “You’re right,” he said. “I don’t.”

Over the next two hours, fans approached the table. One, a young woman with a digital camera, asked for a picture of Mr. Feldman, who still looks young enough to do reshoots on his 1985 adventure movie “The Goonies.”

“I love ‘License to Drive,’ ” she said.

“I’ve never seen it,” Mr. Haim said to himself. “You’re such a liar,” Mr. Feldman shot back, calling to the fan as she walked away: “Corey Haim is right there. Take his picture.”

The fan turned to Mr. Haim. “Do you want me to take your picture?” she asked reluctantly. He was already leaning back posing.

The conversation resumed.

“We’ve been pitched everything for the past 15 years,” said Mr. Feldman (everything, meaning reality shows). He appeared on the first season of the “The Surreal Life,” a show in which the once-famous share a house. (He married Susie on the show; MC Hammer officiated.)

Mr. Haim, who had ballooned to more than 300 pounds, was offered a spot on VH1’s “Celebrity Fit Club.” Another producer pitched him a reality show where he would knock on the doors of former co-stars to see if they would let him in.

For the record, Mr. Haim lost the weight — 130 pounds — on his own, by playing Frisbee and drinking water mixed with cayenne pepper as part of the Maple Syrup Diet.

The best part of being thin? To paraphrase: He can see body parts that were once obscured.

Before the two Coreys returned to their rooms at the Trump International, Mr. Feldman leaned in to explain why this series is different. “We’re producing,” he said. “We’re in on the joke.”

MARIO ARMANDO LAVANDEIRA JR., better known as Perez Hilton, the self-proclaimed “Queen of All Media,” clearly operates by media rules of his own.

Take a recent week from his July datebook: On a Friday morning, he was sparring with Joy Behar and Elisabeth Hasselbeck on “The View” about the not-so-nice dish on his celebrity gossip blog, Perezhilton.com. The next Monday, he made a cameo appearance on Victoria Beckham’s reality special on NBC, followed by Kathy Griffin’s reality show on Bravo on Tuesday. Then he wrapped up the week with a “Nightline” profile on Friday.

After all that dignified mainstream exposure, he challenged a rival to a hot-dog eating contest on a paparazzi-patrolled block of Los Angeles, and the next day exposed himself to a camera crew from the celebrity news Web site TMZ.com, which merrily posted the footage.

At present, sitting at a Cuban restaurant for an interview and picking at his ropa vieja (which he promptly dismissed as inauthentic), Mr. Lavandeira said that even he himself, who has seen his share of the baffling and surreal since coming to Hollywood, is surprised at his own rapid ascent.

“I’m doing things on my own terms,” he said. “I don’t have to answer to anyone but me.”

In barely three years, Mr. Lavandeira, 29, has risen from the blogosphere to reap some of the same fame and notoriety as the entertainers he celebrates and humiliates daily on his Web site.

With his shameless self-promotion and buffoonish appearance, Mr. Lavandeira, a childlike bear of a man, has become a hard-to-ignore Hollywood player.

But what game he is playing is hard to define.

One day he was a struggling actor, paying bills with nonglamorous day jobs (publications manager for a gay organization; publicist for trade shows; a reporter for Star magazine, which fired him).

The next, he was an orange-haired pop culture phenom: a blogger whose infantile but easily digestible style of scrawling crude commentary on celebrity pictures has helped him triple his traffic in the last year alone, earn enough income to employ his family members, and, most crucially for the Perez Hilton brand, score his own television show on VH1.

“Perez Hilton obviously found a great formula,” said Tyler Gray, a senior editor at Radaronline.com, who admitted he was jealous of Mr. Lavandeira’s Internet following. “So did Robert Oppenheimer. It doesn’t mean it’s good for the public.”

It has been good for Mr. Lavandeira. ComScore Media Metrix, the Internet tracking firm, places Perezhilton.com among the top 10 entertainment news sites, saying that every month it draws 1.7 million unique visitors in the United States alone (2.6 million worldwide).

Mr. Lavandeira brags about his “exclusives” and “sources” but describes his formula simply: He says what many people think but never utter aloud.

In his blog postings, he lavishes exclamation points on the ravishing looks of arbitrarily chosen heroes like Angelina Jolie, Jennifer Lopez and Dita Von Teese, and snarkily picks on so-called villains like Clay Aiken, Kirsten Dunst and Sienna Miller for perceived sins like excessive drinking, promiscuity or denying homosexuality.

“I’m like Madonna, I’m not afraid to offend,” Mr. Lavandeira said in one of several self-generated comparisons to the pop star.

Nothing seems off-limits on his blog. He has labeled both Victoria Beckham and baby Suri Cruise “aliens” and drawn antennae on their heads. He chronicles the foils of Hollywood’s bad girls — Britney, Lindsay, Nicole (but not his namesake Paris, a friend) — in breathless, telenovela-style story threads. And when a talk show or entertainment program cannot book a genuine celebrity to fess up to their most recent scandals, they often turn to Mr. Lavandeira as an unofficial surrogate.

After Lindsay Lohan’s arrest last week on charges that included driving under the influence and cocaine possession, he spent a morning circulating among “Good Day L.A.,” “The Mike and Juliet Show” and numerous radio broadcasts.

Mr. Lavandeira, who studied acting at New York University, started his blog as a hobby in September 2004, initially naming it PageSixSixSix.com — which invited a lawsuit from The New York Post, the home of Page Six. Instead, he reinvented himself as Perez Hilton, a Latin version of Paris Hilton, the heiress and one-woman gossip factory. But he didn’t make a living from the blog until last year, when he began devoting 17-hour days to produce what today is an average of 30 items a day.

Mr. Lavandeira says he is doing it all for fun. And as if to prove his point, he spent a portion of his interview singing along to a Celia Cruz song playing in the background, and dancing alone in a largely empty restaurant while tossing around a flower he brought as a photographic prop, not a gift for his interviewer.

But behind the silliness is a business operation with an increasingly diverse portfolio.

Mr. Lavandeira’s blog commands as much as $9,000 a week for a single advertisement and $45,000 for the most expensive ad package, according to Henry Copeland of Blogads.com, the ad sales representative for Perezhilton.com. His demographics — a largely female readership, with an average age of 26 — lure ads from fashion brands, spirits companies and, of course, Hollywood.

He has channeled his ample spirit and gossip knowledge into a book proposal. And he has parlayed his frequent television appearances into two gigs as a host: one for MTV Tr3s, a Latino-themed music channel, the other “What Perez Sez,” a VH1 series of reality specials coming in September.

But while Mr. Lavandeira’s take on celebrities and low-brow humor appeals to a broad audience, many also react with a big “eewww!”