Live-Blogging the Oscars
I was going to do it here, but due to the quick-loading, instant-edit nature of my Blogger site, I'm stream-of-consciousnessing my way through the Academy Awards over here tonight, in a progressively longer and longer post, which will surely become tiresome long before it's over.







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Well, I can't comment on your main blog because of the "work" server, so I'll leave it here. First off, non-Oscar related, is your star in your banner in the right place, it looks like you live closer to Jonesboro than LR? Strangeness.
Oscars, what a blah show. Ellen was superb, I have been watching her forever, and she is one of the best comedic voices around today. All the "work" people didn't think she was funny, but they also all own the Blue Collar Comedy Tour Golden Collectors 6 disc set and don't like those "Lesbian people". Freaks. The interpretive dance people were cool, but they were also |--| that close to being naked, I'm surprised there aren't angry letters from the midwest flying into the network. I haven't seen a ton of those movies, but Scorcese definitely got a belated oscar for his other work, just like Russel Crowe when he won for GLADIATOR and lost the year before for Beautiful Mind, the academy is retarded like that. I respect Leo for what he's done with his career, but if he didn't win for Gilbert Grape, there's something we don't know about because he was Fan-frickin-tastic in that movie. However, finally, someone has recognized Forest Whitaker is a force of nature, thank you! I LOVE FOREST WHITAKER, he can do no wrong. Peter O'Toole [minor-god] and Whitaker should make a buddy movie or do I'm not Rapport, something, I'd go see it.
I disagree with those liitle movie montage things, I thought they were ridiculous and just made the dang thing too long and then, what will go down as "The Dion Incident". That was too much. Why does that woman always stop in the middle of a song, throw her arms back, stick her chest out, like "what's up, fools?" I just want someone to chest bump her like the bballers do, I'm sure she'd break in two though.
I can't believe Borat didn't win. That movie was genious, I'm sorry, but it was, I've seen it three times in the theater and I'm sure if the nude wrestling hadn't been SO GRAPHIC, it would have, oh, it's making me giggle right now, the Gypsy scene is perfect.
Well, that's enough, I could go on for days and days, I did think that Nicole Kidman and Helen Mirren looked equisite, though the bow on Nicole's dress made me think if she got tired she could just lean her head over and take a cat nap. My dog continually squeaked her "Squeaka" toy through the entire show, begging me to throw it, gotta love em though. And the song you wanted to hear from Dreamgirls was part of the original Broadway show, and won a Tony, and wasn't eligible, or Ethridge would have some free space on her mantel.
I want to have drinks with Peter O'Toole, Clooney, Steve Carrell and Ellen and Dame Judy Dench (who was missing, I hope she's okay.)
Great blog, I'll try to join you next year...
Posted by: Mr. Rickey
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March 1, 2007 10:17 AM
Heh. I'm in central AR, almost perfectly atop the Pulask/Lonoke county line.
Now I am imagining the O'Toole/Whitaker version of "I'm Not Rappaport." Sheesh. That's funny.
I have publicly stated in this space my feelings about "Larry the Cable Guy," so I'll leave that part alone.
And like I said, all in all, I preferred the Golden Globes.
Posted by: Belinda
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March 5, 2007 04:56 PM