Brilliant directors, creative screenwriters, actors, actresses and various crew members work diligently, honing their crafts and perfecting their art all year for one reason and one reason only: So the Cracked Columnists can make fun of their movies...
5:00 PM PST-
Alright, let's get things started with some sexy red carpet coverage. Finally. We've been waiting all year for an excuse to watch pretty people standing around and looking at things. If I'm not mistaken, last year, Gary Busey fondled Jenifer Garner, (possibly to settle some kind of "Which of us have a more comically giant mouth" contest), so we need some predictions on who is going to bring the crazy this year.
I'm putting my money on Tim Gunn headbutting Nathan Lane, who may or may not actually attend.
5:05 PM PST-
Im laying money on Mickey Rourke to bring the most crazy. He already looks like he raped Don Johnsons suit. Hes like the old-school version of Busey. Theres just no way this night is ending without him biting somebody on the neck and howling atop the Kodak Theater, his silhouette contrasting dramatically with the full moon behind him as Joey Fatones blood stains the pristine whiteness of his blazer.
5:10 PM PST-
I know we're on the red carpet part of the show now, but I don't know if any of you caught Hugh Jackman giving Barbara Walters a lap dance at the end of her special. No joke. I don't know what was more disturbing: that or what's happening right now -- Tim Gunn gushing about Valentino's Oscar dresses.
5:15 PM PST-
I've discovered that the ABC Oscar feed, labelled "LIVE NOW!" and advertised as a live feed of the Oscars, is in fact not. I have no idea if I'm watching anything pertinent.
5:23 PM PST-
I know she's a terrific actress, and I think she's wonderful. But I'm so god damned sick of the whole Meryl Streep "thing." She's so gracious and elegant and sweet, I want to kick her in the throat. Also, she's the one person nominated for best actress with whom I don't want to have filthy motel room sex.
I've been such a Richard Jenkins fan for such a long time. It's a shame he'll probably never be nominated for anything again.
5:28 PM PST-
Look at all these amazing dresses. They are certainly made of fabric and colors. What the hell am I supposed to say about red carpet coverage that the baneful stare of Tim Gunn cannot communicate better? Waitwas that the dad from Six Feet Under? What did he do this year? Is anybody else even seeing him, or is this just a hallucination to metaphorically illustrate my inner monologue regarding grief?
5:30 PM PST-
BTW, I forgot to mention that I am drinking Jameson Irish Whiskey tonight and I continue to do so until Brockway gets funny. In other news, Tim Gunn told Marisa Tomei that while Mickey Rourke said he loves to see her with her clothes off, Tim Gunn loves to see her with her clothes on. For the life of me I just cant imagine what might account for that. And now the Oscars are about to start for realz.
5:35 PM PST-
Okay, so ABC officially stands for Astounding Bag of Cocks, because unless Sean Penn has been looping his movements for the last ten minutes, all Im seeing are red carpet clips.
So Ive decided to rave blindly about the Oscars, pick fights with commenters, and harangue the other bloggers while I get increasingly drunk. This is not a drill. I will also provide status updates on my level of drunkenness and what is going on around me as I sit in a room alone without a working TV.
For my first such post, Id like to publicly thank Gladstone for introducing me to Kate Bush the other day with his post. I bought Hounds of Love and Dreaming, they are fantastic, and Ill be letting you know what songs are playing every time I post in case you want to join my pathetic refusal to leave the liveblog.
5:40 PM PST-
Okay, so Hugh Jackman was great hosting the Tony's, but this opening number is one of the worst things that's ever happened to the Oscars. I mean, granted, I still can't handle how much I want to have sex with Anne Hathaway right now, but otherwise this is retarded. Also, Jackman's making a joke about how he hasn't seen the Reader, a joke I made several weeks ago in a phoned in blog post.
5:45 PM PST-
Wow, Jackman sang and acted like a douche. Who couldve seen that one coming - the narcissist flailing about on stage first thing in the award ceremony. Was Andy Dick unavailable to host? Whats he going to do next - start a breakdancing number when they memorialize Heath Ledger? I would still get sexually weird with you, because you are an excellent Wolverine, but god damn your handsome bastard face, regardless.
5:52 PM PST-
I know Hugh Jackman is really talented and good looking, but do you think that was enough to keep him from being called Huge Jackoff all through high school? I was going to say yes, but after seeing that opening number, Im just not sure. Oh, and Penelope Cruz just won best supporting actress. Personally, I didnt see that movie. I know shes supposed to be super hot and everything, but I cant help but notice how her face comes to a point much like a mouses. And now she just said something in Spanish I dont understand, but which I assume was G-Stone, please bring back HBN.
5:55 PM PST-
In my fantasy mind-Oscars, theyve sent a nice man out to assure everyone that the nominations of Benjamin Button were a gross oversight on the part of the committee, and furthermore, as penance, Brad Pitt will be appearing later as a six-foot baby to do a duet with Elton John.
This rum and coke is more rum than coke, although Javier was right; its GOOD coke. I shouldnt have had him killed. Or as the Colombians say, Muertoed.
Drunk Status: it begins.
Non-Oscar related activity of the moment: Considering whether it would be too gross to masturbate during a break between posts. Consider the fact that I am being paid for this time. Try to reconcile these.
And hey, Dhlizard: I find you homely and your posts derivative to those of Teabag. Your move, ASSHOLE.
You know, your pathetic caperings remind me of Hugh Jackman. Am I right? Am I not totally plugged into the whole pulse of this live blogging experience?!
This is happening.
SUGGESTED SOUNDTRACK: CloudbustingKate Bush.
6:00 PM PST-
It's weird to me that they showed movie clips during the nominations for the scripts, but NO CLIPS during nominations for the acting. Wait, not weird. Stupid. I love the Oscars, but this is already one of the worst ceremonies I've ever seen. Meanwhile, I'm hoping Frost/Nixon wins adapted screenplay. Doubt was a carbon copy of the play, Benjamin Button raped the Fitzgerald story, and the reader was totally unseen by me.
6:05 PM PST-
I know Steve Martin hasnt made a funny movie in decades, but I still found him utterly charming and Tina Fey, as always, looked like she needed to be taught a lessonby my dick. It would be a short and entirely unmemorable lesson, but I think we'd both learn a little something nonetheless. She would learn not to sleep with strangers staking out her apartment, and I would learn that persistence pays off regardless of what those fucking restraining orders say. I sincerely hope those two hook up after the show though, so all that erotic fan fiction Ive been writing would have some basis in reality, and no longer just be the deluded fantasies of a pop-culture obsessed pervert.
6:10 PM PST-
First off, I have a headache so Ive traded in my Jameson Irish Whiskey for Yeungling Lager, which Im pleased to report you can get a case of 24 of for just 15 bucks at Costco. And, oh, Wall E just won best animated picture. I think Im the only one who thought this movie was weak. The main character reminded me of Johnny 5 from those awful Short Circuit movies. Of course, its not like I was rooting for Kung Fu Panda.
6:15 PM PST-
Ive gathered that Steve Martin is onstage nowabouts, and in my Oscars, this means hes playing the banjo at an amazing pace while reciting the screenplay of The Jerk.
Drunk Status: My heart is relaxed and healthy, like steamed celery.
Non-Oscar related activity of the moment: Watching a tape of last years Oscars and flipping through a People, trying desperately to put the faces of appropriate celebrities over their onscreen doppelgangers.
Also, to all the commenters: Ive done everything short of spitting on your king dhlizard, yet you insist on talking about whats happening on some stupid, irrelevant media event that wasnt even important enough TO BE ONLINE. That means its less important than lemonparty.
Youre all perverts.
Holy shit, did you know theres a baby robot that can learn?! That robot could learn to kill us all! They should make a movie about THAT.
SUGGESTED SOUNDTRACK: Under IceKate Bush
6:22 PM PST-
DARK KNIGHT!! DARK KNIGHT SHOULD WIN THIS AWARD! DARK KNIGHT SHOULD- Son of a bitch, Benjamin Button. I don't technically know what Art direction is, but I know that The Dark Knight did it louder and faster and better than Benjamin Button. WHy the fuck should they get this award? It's a movie set in New Orleans that they filmed in New Orleans. Gotham is a place that only exists in the comics and several personal disturbing sexual fantasies I'd rather not describe right now. This I'm sure will begin a trend of Benjamin Button winning awards it shouldn't win. Drunk Status: I don't know where this wine came from, but I'm drinking it until I can't see it anymore.
6:25 PM PST-
They had Daniel Craig presenting with Sarah Jessica Parker? Thats a little bit of a lopsided duo. You have James Bond up there looking like hes made out of tuxedos and tans, and then theres Parker who looks like somebody microwaved Barbara Streisand. I hope she has a beautiful personality, because right now, she has a muffin top on her breasts. Man, look at that! See how snarky and horrible I am? I should totally be on gay fashion TV, so my vitriol could be considered charming instead of misanthropic.
6:30 PM PST-
So, Im not going to lie to you. I'm getting a little buzzed. And now that Twilight guy is presenting. Man, he bugs me. OK, thats it -- they just showed a clip of Twilight at the Oscars! Thats the equivalent of serving Pop Tarts on Iron Chef. Wait. Wait, wait, wait. This montage wasnt even for an award? It was just a montage on the topic of Romance? Why did that just happen? I cant wait til later in the show when the topic is Awkward Opening Numbers and they replay the start of the show.
6:35 PM PST-
Dear Lord. When they first pulled out the guns, I thought it was all some sort of joke or terrible bit. I expected Jack Black to run out in a sumo diaper and take em out. But what they did to John Lassetermymy God. The blood sprayed everywhere, and then there was just screaming, and running. Tears drip onto my keyboard as I struggle to type.
Its really true; TERRORISTS HAVE TAKEN OVER THE MIND-OSCARS.
Drunk Status: I could still drive, but only because I have very little respect for the lives of innocents.
Non-Oscar related activity of the moment: Isnt there a level in Donut Land where you can get a secret P and then all the goomba paratroopers turn into silver coins and you can get like 99 extra lives? If you know what part Im talking about, post SWAIM MARIO INFORMATION then the answer in the comments. If you do, I promise to stop embarrassing you quite so terribly by pointing out your obvious deficiencies in my posts.
Except lantendo, whos going to come over to my house later to play Settlers and drink cooking sherry.
Brockway, youre so right. I hate how everyone loves that What Not To Wear show where the people belittle others to tears every episode. Its like watching school bullies terrorize a little kid, but because the bully is a gay woman, you just let it slide hoping itll build character. Misanthropy shouldnt be masked, and thats a lesson youve taught us all, you hateful piece of crap.
Is this it? Is this the one that won it? That won the Oscar? ILL NEVER KNOW.
SUGGESTED SOUNDTRACK: The one with the aborigines singing in the backgroundKate Motherfucking Bush.
6:40 PM PST-
Okay, with all the awards it isn't winning, it's looking less and less likely that Dark Knight is going to surprise everyone and win Best Picture despite not being formally nominated, (though I'm still pretty confident it'll happen somehow). Jessica Biel is talking, despite the fact that she's not wearing a dress so much as a pile of cloth. She also just credited Thomas Edison with something, and even though I wasn't paying attention to what she said, I want to make it clear that, whatever it was, Nikola Tesla probably invented it first. Drunk Status: The mystery bottle of wine that showed up at my house is almost gone and my feet are starting to itch. These two things may be related.
6:47 PM PST-
My update time is just awesome this round: Long commercial break, segment about technical acknowledgments from Jessica Biel dressed like a birthday present for the Pillsbury Dough Boy, and another long commercial break. Id like to take this opportunity to say: Swaim, I may be a piece of hateful crap, but Im more like the piece of crap sitting right out there in the open. Dead center of sidewalk crap thats me. You, sir? You cloak your shittiness in the guise of moral superiority. You are the crap beneath a leaf, that covers your shoe without you knowing it. Then you walk into your in-laws house and theyre like, what smells like crap? And then you have to spend the rest of the night in your socks as your shitty shoes get stolen from the stoop by underprivileged youths.
6:52 PM PST-
Nothing happened during my slot. I mean, I like that James Franco, Seth Rogan thing, but nothing to exciting to report on. OH! Now some German dude won an Oscar for best short film. Hes dressed in a black tuxedo with a black shirt and a black bow-tie. He also has a shaved a head. Quick tip, German guy, but the rest of the world doesnt need any help visualizing a German as evil. Seriously, the accent does plenty already. Its overkill.
Drunk status: I had a headache before I started drinking and now its worse, but its harder to type.
6:55 PM PST-
Who would have thought Ben Stiller would have so much fight in him? The way he deboned that Al Qaeda lich-king right in the middle of his gibbering tirade. And then to just go on with the mind-Oscars like he wasnt covered in spinal cord fluid. Sir, I take back all the times I watched Zoolander and called all my friends and just screamed WHY?! YOU LIKED THIS?! FUCK YOU!
And may Natali Portman Rest in Peace.
Drunk Status: Drunk enough that the fact that commenters clearly arent even reading this blog and are instead just talking about which movie they think will win as if ACTUALLY SOMEHOW MATTERS TO ANOYONE makes me feel lonely and like weeping. Non-Oscar related activity of the moment: Id never heard of The Visitor, so I looked at the trailer. It was really good you guys. You should vote for it.
Lyallowen, thanks! Im on my way there now. Youre still a pig-fucking son of a motherless transsexual whore. I LIED BEFORE ABOUT NOT BEING A DICK TO YOU. Im NOW GOING TO ONLY BE A DICK TO YOU FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT>
SUGGESTED SOUNDTRACK: Frank ZappaHot Poop (Its only like thirty seconds but I have it on loop).
Brockway, I really want to put this behind us. I respect you and admire your work. Im glad youre a part of the team. Then BOOSH I smash a bottle on your head! Then I squat over your rolling form and squeeze one out while screaming SMELL ME NOW?!!! Thats whats going to happen if we ever meet.
SOUNDTRACK: Back to Kate Bush. Suspended in Gaffa.
7:05 PM PST-
It's like Hollywood thought they were running out of money, so they needed to re-do the ceremony but why, seriously, WHY would they try to make the ceremony more like the Tony awards? Broadway is losing money MUCH faster than Hollywood, Jesus, what are they gonna do next year? Handle the ceremony like it's an XFL game? This is miserable. Beyonce is singing "At Last," one of my all time favroite songs, and ruining it. I hate her.
Drunk Status: I-Rod (or something) in the comments wonders if I'm drunk enough to predict a Tyler Perry Oscar win. Man, there is not enough mystery wine in the world. (Meanwhile, the mystery wine is gone.)
7:05 PM PST-
Seriously, Im not even going to put any modifiers in here about how handsome he is, or what an awesome Wolverine Hugh Jackman was; hes a bigger desperate attention whore than Robin Williams. Was he entered in Beauty Pagaents as a child or something? What else could explain this holy shit look at me clusterfuck?
Speaking of Robin Williams, I would just like to say that if Heath Ledger doesnt win for Best Supporting Actor tonight, I am going to burn down Mr. Williams.
That is not a typo.
I am going to burn the man himself down to the fucking ground, because there is no way he gets to be The Academy Award Winning Actor Robin Williams, while doing shit like Bicentennial Man, but Ledger goes unrecognized for the greatest portrayal of a villain in cinema. It is not a just and kind world if a guy that goes *BEEP BOP BORP* What is this hu-monlove? gets an Oscar while the guy that managedto school Jack Nicholson in the category of Scary Motherfuckers gets nothing.
7:10 PM PST-
Well, Heath Ledger won best supporting actor. I guess this wasnt a surprise. And not just because hes dead, but because he really was as great as the hype said he was. But also because hes dead. My favorite moment in his performance was when he one of the mafia thugs says this guys crazy and Health just says, Im not. Gave me chills. My least favorite thing he did was crapping out on sleeping pills months later.
DRUNK STATUS: During a commercial break I saw an ad for a Maytag washer where the voice over said it can take on huge loads. And I giggled. Thats how drunk.
7:15 PM PST-
If you guys keep stealing all my posting ideas, youre going on the Brockway List. Im the only one here qualified to report on the status of self-innebriation. I didnt spend a weekend at Beer School for nothing, assholes.
Speaking of which, Drunk Status: I have 99 lives.
Non-Oscar related activity of the moment: A friend sent me a link that may or may not be a working (illegal) feed. If I can successfully navigate to it without drawing the attention of federal agents, Ill have to start talking about the real Oscars and because of that, Im not using this time to mentally tie up most of the loose ends for the major characters in my mind-Oscars, Brad and Beyonce worked it out, Ben Stiller got his head blown off, but saved Dakota Fanning, and Robert Brockway had his nuts slowly crushed by a tank tread while he was trying to slap them against the forehead of whatever celebrity you love the most.
SUGGESTED SOUNDTRACK: Mother Stands for Comfort: K to the B.
Lyawellen means nothing to me. Hes dead to me.
7:20 PM PST-
Hugh Jackman is seen stretching on the stage for no reason. If I wasn't so looking forward to getting arrested for masturbating during X Men Origins: Wolverine, then I'd admit how much I hated Hugh Jackman right now. This seems to be an Oscar montage about cars, which combines two things the Cracked Aduience doesn't care about, so I'm just gonna talk about my wiener. Wiener Status: It is awesome
7:25 PM PST-
Hey! Holy shit, Ledger won! You hear that sound? Thats the sound of a continents worth of nerds taking their fingers off the trigger. So, what? Is there justice in the world now? Is that a thing thats happening? Hold on, I need to call my childhood nemesis Micah Giovanni and see if hes a bald, impotent wreck of a human being that works at a zoo masturbating tigers for their seed - then well know for sure. Also, Swaim: You know I only pretend to hate you to mask the deep, abiding love that permeates my every waking hour - wracking me with desperation and jealousy every moment we must be apart. And I only pretend toward that love in order to mask the even deeper, darker, soul-crushing spite I have for every breath youre allowed to take in this world. And beneath that hate? Some ambivalence, a little horniness, and I think some gassiness.
7:30 PM PST-
Oh yay, heres Will Smith. Hes just so nice. Look at that goatee. On another man, it might be intimidating. Hell, on a little girl it might be intimidating, but on Will, its just one more thing to find adorable. So, Benjamin Button just won some technical award (yawn) except it sounded like Ansom Williams was thanked which was the name of the actor who played Potzie on Happy Days. Yeah, I never thought that would happen.
7:35 PM PST-
My feed literally started just in time for me to hear the word Heath Ledger is dead. It might have a bit of a delay.
Although amidst the dropped frames, Im pretty sure I saw a clip of a movie where people hefted a banner reading Stop Killing the Black People. I didnt know causes could be that generic. Im going to start the Lets Do Good Things For A Change, Hey? Foundation.
Another funny side note is that this feed is British, so while youre watching slickly-produced commercials, Im watching a bunch of gap-toothed AbFab crumpet-munchers go on about their lorries.
Ooh, the visual effects award went to my least-favorite movie of the year. Im SO GLAD the wonder of human technology can transmit this in the form of binary information to my eyes. It was TOTALLY WORTH INVENTING IT. And if Richard King doesnt win for Sound Editing, Im going to fucking kill myself.
Brockway, Micah Giovanni is more of a man than youll ever be. Hes replacing you on the blog.
7:40 PM PST-
Well, after a shit-ton of technical awards, I think I can speak for everyone when I say "The Dark Knight hasn't been mentioned enough and is Christian Bale even here?" They're doing some kind of tribute to Jerry Lewis now. I guess that's nice. Jerry Lewis was a bit before my time. I've seen some of his TV shows, but they never really resonated with me. For an alleged "comic legend," he relies to heavily on the visual gag of children with muscular dystrophy. Having very little else to say about Jerry Lewis, I'll move on to updates: Drunk Update: I've taken to calling the number that I THINK belongs to Anne Hathaway and breathing heavily. Weiner Update: More classy and impressive than the Academy Awards, less loud than the Grammys, more violent than Crank.
7:45 PM PST-
I am neither French, nor a senior citizen, and therefore I do not give a flying fuck about Jerry Lewis. I know that he takes care of children, which is honorable, and that he calls people fags on TV, which is slightly less so. So onto unrelated things:
Swaim: I want to fuck you like an animal. Like a cat, specifically. They have spiked penises, I am told, and only the act of making the sweetest of love to you with a blade-cock could accurately reflect the dichotomy of emotions I currently hold for you.
Also, I really hope Micah Giovanni Google searches his own name at some point and comes here, hoping to find an ex-girlfriend wants him back in her life or something, only to realize that hes become comedy fodder for his particularly memorable childhood dickishness. If so, I would just like to say: Micah, you may have won the chicken-fight on the monkey-bars that day, but I bet everybody totally thought you were a pussy when you cried after I split blood all over your Pumas.
7:50 PM PST-
I think Jerry Lewis just won the Jerry Lewis award for best portrayal of Jerry Lewis in a Jerry Lewis. Am I the only who thinks Jerry sucked down a whole bunch of X before receiving the Oscar? I havent seen that much excessive chewing of invisible gum since Jack OBrien showed up with glow sticks and pacifiers on Fly your Freak Flag Day at the Cracked offices.
Drunk Status: Sobering up. Getting more
7:55 PM PST-
I thought Jerry Lewis was dead. Which brings up an even more pertinent point: I thought Eddie Murphy was dead. Wasnt that giant stone head thing a funeral monument?
And jesus, enough with the Viva La Vida music. Theyve used Coldplay tracks for montages twice, and Ive only been watching since I beat Iggy Koopa. I liked that album, but they already won the biggest Grammy. Lets give Dear Science some airtime. Nothing says elder philanthropist like a song about lower class wrath.
Hangover Status: Now an orchestra is playing sleepy music, so Im going to rest my eyes for a few. If Im back later it means I woke up to hurl. If any of you commenters have a problem with that, Id like to point out that my posts EASILY have more words on average than any of the others, and are probably funnier. I say probably because I havent read any of theirs (Im trying NOT to hurl here).
8:00 PM PST-
Okay, they're doing a montage of songs nominated. A lot of people are pissed that Springsteen's "Three Legged Dog" song hasn't been nominated, but I'm more shocked that the Dark Knight's "Creepy Violins Played by Razor Blades" theme isn't on this list. This entire night, really, has been a series of "Dark Knight wasn't nominated" moments for me. I guess it'll all be taken care of once Dark Knight wins Best Picture. Drunk Status: Calling up Swaim and ex-girlfriends complaining about how we should get back together/don't hang out enough respectively. Weiner Update: More interesting than the Oscars, less interesting than The Soup Awards that are currently on E!.
8:05 PM PST-
So, was that a musical montage dedicated to ethnic diversity, or did the guy that looks like Neo from the Indian Matrix just old school rap-battle John Legend for the fate of the world? If so, I think Indian Neo won, so lets all get prepared to ride forty to a carin bullet-time! Also, one of the winners was named Ghoul Tsar. Im sure he prefers to spell it differently, but come on, dude. Youre not fooling anybody. You cant be an ordinary guy when your name is Ghoul Tsar. Youre a supervillain who probably controls undead communists. Dont front.
8:10 PM PST-
Best Foreign Language Film!!! YAY! I have seen 0 of these films, but I promise, whichever one wins I wont see that one either. Oh dear, the Japanese film,Departures, won! I did NOT see that coming. And I understand this Director accepting the award speaks English as a second language so Im not criticizing his accent or limited vocabulary, but whats going on with his volume? I AM very hap-EEEE!!!!
Drunk Status: Ive lost my pants and Im randomly IMing Facebook friends
8:15 PM PST-
It just occurred to me that Tally Ho is a beautiful example of how Britains brutal empire-building has impacted and guided the history, culture, and language of India. Right after I realized that, it cut back to the British hosts and I shook my fist at them. Then they said that song was actually called Jai Ho and I realized its the touching story of a Bombay prostitute named Jai Jai Binks (for money). And I wept, my friends.
Liam Neeson was so badass in Taken I want him to be MY Dad. And I want La Femme Nikita to be my hot sister. And I want Leon from The Professional to be my Dads best friend.
Also, Ghoul Czar 2012!
Weiner Update: Dan OBrien is a wiener.
Now theres a list of dead people happening, but Im choosing to let my capable colleagues risk hauntings by mocking that part of the show.
8:20 PM PST-
Reese Witherspoon is wearing a stupid dress and honoring the Best Director. I haven't checked the nominations, but I think Christopher Nolan is a lock for this category. He did an amazing job with the humble story of a costumed vigilante and really spoke to the larger issues plaguing Darfur, (probably). Drunk Status: I am not messaging GLADSTONE's facebook friends. Wiener Status: Swaim is a winner. It's true. As much as I personally despise Swaim, my dick is a huge (HUGE) fan of his internet comedy. It's a shame those two can't get along.
8:25 PM PST-
I dont think Slumdog deserves to win, necessarily, but Boyle is a damn fine director. Working as a waiter in Nantucket one summer, I went to see a special screening of 28 Days Later in the only theater on the island. There were like 300 people there - all dickheads in pink popped collar Polos - and only later did I realize Boyle himself was attending. He gave a little speech before the movie about filmmaking, took some questions, and seemed like a nice guy overall. At the time, I was like who the fuck is this guy? Get to the zombies, bitch. But man, after Millions, Sunshine and Slumdog Millionaire, my opinion has changed. Now, if I had the good graces to meet the man, Id be like Youre an excellent director, sir. Now get back to the fucking zombies, bitch. Then Id bite him on the shoulder and shake around like a shark.
8:30 PM PST-
Well, it seems my posting time is gonna come due before they announce
Best Actress, but I'm going to go out on a limb that the winner is the whichever actress saw Slumdog Millionaire the most times. I didn't see Kate in The Reader Revolutionary Road suck. Oh and look Halle Barry managed to find a dress that completely made her breasts disappear. Oh wait! They haven't disappeared. She apparently just loaned them to Sofia Loren. Good lord. She will be starring in my wetmares tonight.
Drunk Status: Not drunk enough to prevent Sofia Loren wetmares.
8:35 PM PST-
Id like to first speak to my British friends from the comments section. Sirs, Maams, Govners, I beg your forgiveness. In my drunken rage I lashed out at your vapid television hosts, neglecting to realize that ours are equally vapid, and have less of an accent to cover it up. What horrendous monstrosity from your national cuisine should I eat as punishment? Fish and Vegemite? Bloody Dick? Crispy Puddlings? Just say the word and its done.
Jesus, the Best Actress nominee intros are so lavish: Kate Winslet, I avert my putrid gaze from your brilliance, hoping that by saying I would rip my own heart out in order to watch a film of you acting for three seconds, I have not sullied your ears with my mortal words. I would be honored if youd kick me in the ribs. Godspeed, my love. Heres a fifty.
Man, Sophia Loren used to be so classy and beautiful that even now, with her face trussed up by steel cables, Im mildly attracted to her.
8:40 PM PST-
Okay, the Best Actor award is next. Mickey Rourke will probably win but, if he doesn't, Sean Penn will. Personally, I want Frank Langella to win, but he almost certainly will not. If you're wondering why I have so much time to riff on the idea of Best Actor, it's because the current ceremony is FUCKING RETARDED and has way too many clip shows. Wiener Update: Wiener is feeling shockingly pensive. Considering how it fits into the world at large, considering its carbon footprint, etc. Will consider the idea of setting up a charity.
8:45 PM PST-
So Best Actors up now, but Winslet just won for Best Actress and things need to be commented on:
First and foremost, props to you for telling Streep to suck it up. Next year, if she is nominated again as she doubtlessly will be, lets escalate this trend and gently inform her that she should eat a dick.
Second: You dad was rocking literally the sweetest top hat Ive seen outside of Abraham Lincoln. Seriously, are you the daughter of turn-of-the-century Slash?
Third: Richard Jenkins does not look pleased about Adrien Brody telling the audience to Google him. Either hes confused about internet terminology and thinks he may have just been insulted by an uppity young fellow using that teenage slang, or else hes got some dark shit Google might turn up. Personally I think its the latter. I am going to go Google Richard Jenkins now and will be severely disappointed if I do not find hours of bizarrely subtitled amateur pornography.
Fourth: Ben Kingsley? Better in Gandhi.
Finally: Jesus, Academy, Rourkes dog died and still nothing? I know Sean Penn fucked Madonna, and hes still got some pity coming toward him for that, but come on! Pour some of your 40 out for Loki, you heartless bastards.
8:50 PM PST-
Wow, Mickey Rourke lost. Didnt see that one coming. But then again. If he had won, the world would have been deprived of Sean Penns commie, homo-loving sons of guns joke. And it would have been a HUGE loss, because he told it twice. Yknow were coming towards the end here and I would just like to commend Hugh Jackman for finally coming out. And he did it in a classy way too. Not by making an announcement revealing his true sexuality, but by purveying a truly gay awards show for four hours. And mind you, I dont mean gay as in lame, although yes, it was that too.
8:55 PM PST-
The cowboy music for the Best Actor montage was kind of confusing, considering that as far as I know none of these five presenters was ever in a western. Is it a subtle hint that a De Niro/Douglas/Kingsley/Brody/Hopkins posse flick is upcoming? If so, I hope its called Were Too Old For This Shit, and Theres a Fucking Cannibal Trying to Kill Us.
The twist is, Kingsleys the cannibal.
And Ive got to say, watching Richard Jenkins (or as I know him, Dad from Six Feet under) during Brodys speech is the closest this ceremony has come to touching my heart. Then Brodys hair filled my eyes and all was greasy blackness.
Best Actor: I may have thought Rourkes performance was the strongest and most emotionally nuanced of the year, but I dont mind an issue or political win this time. Sean Penn helped bring a very important cause to light, and we need to validate that historically: Juice has been keeping us down for too damn long.
I just realized all my posting times have fallen in such a way that Ive never gotten to predict any of the wins, so Im taking this opportunity to predict The Dark Knight will win the Oscars next year when economic depression cripples the movie industry and drives us to just re-release the 2008 slate.
@Wayne: I think Rourke was actually supposed to win, but when Douglas saw that white suit, he couldnt in good conscience give him the award. It was a reverse Tomei.
WOOO! The movie I wanted to win since Doubt didnt get nominated won! My opinions are valid! So there, most of the people I come into contact with! I now predict that no less than 30 commenters will post D) It was written.
Well, it's the end of the ceremony. A whole lot of things that I wanted to win lost, I had more mystery wine and shoebox whiskey than is reasonable for a Sunday night, and I like Hugh Jackman a little bit less. I thought it was weird that they said "Slumdog Millionaire" when they really meant "Dark Knight." I mean, I liked Slumdog, but it was cruel to bring them up at the end, despite the fact that TDK won. Dev Patel's face is going to be so red. What I took away from this night was that whoever was running the Oscars was terribly misguided and ill-suited for this job. As someone who hasn't missed an Oscars in YEARS, I can honestly say that this was a tremendous struggle for me to get through. Thanks for commenting, Cracked Commenters. I imagine you had a lot of really insightful and important things to say.
Represents number of wins for each film, and how much we gave a shit.
Good god, its over! That mightve been a little rough to get through, but you know what? I think weve all learned a little something this year. Weve learned that Indians win at drama, weve learned that comic books just got a little closer to legitimacy and all it took was sacrificing the life of a promising young man on the blood altar of Oscar the Golden One and, above all, weve learned that Hugh Jackman is an unbelievable narcissist who just loves to dance, and once pissed himself on stage . Though I still dont understand what was up with those bizarre montages of past movies instead of clips from this years nominees (was Girl Talk directing this year?) I think weve all grown as people. Ive grown about six inches, myself. And now Im going to bed to both pleasure myself and punch my pillow in fury. For both of these things, I will be thinking of Swaim.
Well, things seem to winding down, because the other bloggers are spewing inane bullshit at a higher frequency, Kate Bush is singing The Morning Fog, and Ive broken out the opium pipe. All thats left is to point out that I was the funniest tonight, put on my soiling linens in case I get so high that I soil myself (theyre brown, so they dont show), and meet Hugh Jackman in Dreamland. Everyone be sure to read my newest article, right here on the Cracked Humor Website, tomorrow morning. If you do, I promise your favorite movie will win next year.