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I'll start you off--that Junebug actress looked beautiful i thought, best outfit/hair/etc so far...Terrence Howard should have come with Clooney...i predict Reese wins, but neither Heath nor Jake wins...
(oh, and Joan Rivers is starting to look just like Amanda Lepore)
I just turned on the ABC preshow, and it was just the stupid anchors standing around talking about who looked good- no pictures or anything. Grrr. Hopefully once the show starts, I'll be able to get my judge on.
I like how Stewart pretty much outed Clooney with that "joke" about how he ends his dates with "good night and good luck," if you read it a certain way.
many of the actresses are gonna be pissed at their stylists when they see the tape and pics of this--they should have know the backdrops were so light--all the beige and taupe and cream dresses are terrible choices.
Award Shows are one of the few times I find myself understanding the terrorists. This gigantic entertainment-industry mutual fellatio fest needs to be leveled.
See, Stewart should have taken the same tone he does with politicians and the anchors/talking heads--he should have mocked them and parodied them tonight.
wow, arent they worried having Reeves and Bullock in the same room with all these good actors might cause the universe to collapse on itself or something?
The problem is that Jon can't engage in his usual hilarious schtick: mercilessly skewering politicians and other public figures. In this venue, he can't really skewer his audience; he can only pretend to do so. It's a kind of faux Jon Stewart we're seeing, unfortunately.
wow- that was pathetic. They are scared enough of this "same day DVD" concept to put an ad aginast it into his little speech. Surprised he didnt mention how downloading movies off bittorrent is bad, too.
the problem is that Stewart doesnt have his usual choir to preach to and frankly a lot of the stuff he does on the Daily Show really isnt that funny, its just really well tailored to his target demo.
the problem is that Stewart doesnt have his usual choir to preach to and frankly a lot of the stuff he does on the Daily Show really isnt that funny, its just really well tailored to his target demo.
I'd like to get my pitchfork out but, that statement really isn't coherent enough to argue with.
Also-- right now, right at this very moment, Hollywood is employing 600 people in New Orleans! There you go, baby! PROBLEM FUCKING SOVLED!
So, it's two days before the Oscars, and the producers are sitting around, stumped, asking themselves, "How the hell are we going to fill all this time?" And then one spoke up, saying, "I know, we'll play lots of tired clips from old movies!"
Thoughts on Jon S.: He's trying so hard, and there were some pretty good lobs in the opening monologue.
Thoughts on dresses: Love J.Lo and Salma's, WTF was Naomi Watts wearing?
Thoughts on montages: Cowboy slash = love! Bacall introducing film noir = very sad and hard to watch. Can't wait till the "bring out the dead" sequence, though. That's always my favorite montage.
Also, somebody mentioned Matt Dillon aways upthread. One night me and a gaggle of co-workers went out drinking in Port Chester, New York, a grimy little town in Westchester County. Me and the future Rob The Cop went to see a band call US Hair Force perform in a rented storage locker (you heard me) where we drank Bud in cans sold out of a tub of ice for a buck, then went and got chili-cheese steak wedges at Pat's Hubba Hubba down the street. Some female co-workers went to our usual haunt, a boho dive called The Beat. When we returned they were all sitting there at a table with drool running down their chins. "What are you lookin' at?" I asked. One of them pointed downbar, where stood Matt Dillon schmoozing with a burly companion. "Ah, he ain't shit," I said and wobbled over and asked for a light. "Sorry, don't have one," he said. "Oh," I answered and weaved in place a bit (I was moderately sozzled). As I wobbled, he kept making eye contact with his companion, as if to say, 'this fuck makes one false move, cream him.' and I stumbled off.
So that's my story of almost passing out on Matt Dillon.
Crap. I was hoping that Brokeback would win. And this is the first time I've been interested in the Oscars for years (decades?). Mind you the last time I think I was really interested, it was Pulp Fiction vs. Forrest Gump, and look what happened there ...
Ah whatever, Brokeback already cemented its place in popular culture, and will be remembered as a great movie much longer than people will remember Crash anyway. So fuck 'em.
On preview: carter and alexreynolds are on the same wavelength as me on this.
ooo-you know what that show needs? Me and one of you sitting in the balcony but on-air in a box onscreen in the corner, a la Statler and Waldorf, ragging on all of them. : >
Waaah! Crash won. I loved Jon Stewart, though. My favorite moment was when he pointed out that it was getting a bit easier around here for a pimp after the Hustle & Flow song won.
In case anyone who entered was wondering, none of you won my Oscar contest: results.
Stewart: Nervous at first, picked up after the pimp song when he could ad lib more, passable but weak in general. Cowboy montage was awesome. Colbert attack ads were amusing.
Dresses in general: Too much black, too drab. No color in the makeup at all. Salma Hayak and the Junebug girl were the only exception, but Salma's lopsided boobs distracted us all. We wanted to tip her to the other side for gravity to help. Charlize: A giant bird shat on her.
Meryl and Lily: We decided they were lovers and were also totally ripped on weed and/or booze.
Clooney: Great comic timing in his reaction-shot facial expressions all the way through.
Bacall: Parkinsonian, sad. Glad she regained her aplomb after stumbling badly with the prompter verbiage.
Dolly's plastic surgery: Scar-ray!
Crash song production number: OMG WTF!
Pimp song production number: Bad Rent stage dressing.
J. Lo: What's up with the robot musculature?
Samuel Jackson's strut: TiVo moment.
GN&GL not winning anything: NOOOOO!
Watching the Oscars with 2 dirty-mouthed bisexual men: Priceless.
Meryl and Lily: We decided they were lovers and were also totally ripped on weed and/or booze.
Oh man, I totally agree with that. I even think I said something like, "WTF are they on and where can I get some?" And am I wrong, or did Meryl totally look hot in that dress?
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