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Oscar: the Grouch
How the hell did the Oscar telecast manage to feel rushed and yet drag on endlessly?
Gil Cates, roast in hell for the worst-produced and worst-directed show I've ever seen.
Just fascinating to see the class divide in show business rear its ugly head. I mean, we all knew who the little people were, but to see them actually get stepped on during the show? Awesome, dude! Makes every little kid or teenager or twenty-something just dream of the day they'll get their drive-by award.
Gil Cates, roast in hell for the worst-produced and worst-directed show I've ever seen.
Just fascinating to see the class divide in show business rear its ugly head. I mean, we all knew who the little people were, but to see them actually get stepped on during the show? Awesome, dude! Makes every little kid or teenager or twenty-something just dream of the day they'll get their drive-by award.
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It didn't really hit me until last night...
Men men men men men.
At one point, I wanted to start singing It's Raining Men, but, as you know, I don't know all the words. ;-)
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Apparently it's the 1930s again, because oyster-coloured slinky satin is back in fashion (although none of the fashionistas apparently know what oyster-coloured satin is).
My personal Oscar clothes winner was Jamie Foxx's daughter who looked absolutely adorable, accessorised perfectly (those gloves *made* that outfit) and provoked a squeal of "oh, God, a child dressed appropriately!" from me.
Second was Cate Blanchett - the only woman I have ever seen who can get away with wearing pale yellow (the most unforgiving colour I know of).
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