Quote of the Day:
“The only point in making money is you can tell any SOB in the world to go to hell. –Humphrey Bogart
- Is it really necessary to have a prestigious accounting firm to tabulate “over 6000 votes?” Honestly, TB will count the votes for half of whatever Price-Waterhouse charges and I’ll look a lot cooler delivering the briefcases than Mssr’s P&W. Saying “count” in place of “tabulate” makes it a lot more cost effective by the way.
- You know that joke in the opening when they told that kid with the skinny eyes and the neck goiter from the Vampire movie and the other young dude they would look like Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin in five years? Then they cut to Jeff Bridges? I would’ve said “this is what you will look like in ten years.” That’s Gold, seriously. But overall I enjoyed the hosting and the opening duologue, and I cracked up at the Baldwin-Clooney stare-downs. Props to Doogie Howser for the opening number too. As the night wore on, I decided we could’ve done without Baldwin. Martin could handle the stare-down joke on his own, too.
- I’m married. I am at home today. Therefore I watched twenty-six hours of red carpet, the whole show and the post mortem. Hey this is her Super Bowl. With the excuses now behind me…..Sarah Jessica Parker is not the hottest chick in Hollywood by any stretch. But I’m down with the whole dress strap around the neck look. Forget what you think about her guys, we all dig that look, am I wrong?
- The greatest movie ever is Casablanca. The Rambler informs me this is the first year since Casablanca swept the night in 1943 that ten movies were nominated for best picture. That’s some solid trivia, make a mental note of it.
- See the first four sentences of No. 3. I thought Charlize Theron wore possibly the least sexy dress of all time. The boob circles made her look like a 90 year old body double from the neck to the belly. Or, they looked like vaginas. On the chest. TB ain’t no Picasso fan.
- I was glad to see my old XM Cross-Country (The Suck Stopped There) buddy Ryan Bingham win for “Best Song.” Really need to see Crazy Heart. I was pulling for that movie even though I haven’t seen it yet. Illogical yes, you can’t pigeonhole me.
- I did see District 9. Yeah, I got that it was social commentary. I even agreed with the commentary. Didn’t like the movie though.
- Please Coen Bros. Please Jeff Bridges. Bring back the Dude. But only if Sam Elliot will play God again.
- The John Hughes tribute was cool. Molly Ringwald was a fright.
- I saw Precious. Yeah, I love my wife, I ain’t scared to say it. That movie’s not my bag, but it deserves the plaudits. A sad, sad, sad story, and convincingly performed with minimal melodrama.
- I missed everything from 8:50-9:45 while on Little Scamp bath and bedtime duty.
- Review No. 3 again. Kate Winslet looked great and I like the way she talks. So did Clooney. Yeah, I said it. I liked Anna Kendrick too. James Cameron’s ex-wife is totally hotter than his current one, but it looked like they all get along, which is nice. I probably ought to see The Hurt Locker.
- Wouldn’t it be cool if they had nominated something like The Hangover for “Best Makeup ” or “Sound Achievement?” or “Best Animated Short” or some other category nobody cares about outside the 90210? If I were voting it would probably be Best Picture but since the Academy eschews comedy, they could at least throw out a bone for a true classic that, unlike most of the 27 nominees for Best Picture, will NOT be forgotten in a year, and on Sunday afternoons for the next twenty-five years, between dubbed versions of Smoky and the Bandit and Breakfast Club we could also see a hilarious-in-its-own-way censor approved version of The Hangover, introduced in the interminable “Yella Wood” commercials, “and now, back to the Academy Award winning, The Hangover.” I tell you one thing…if TB was counting the votes, I could make it happen. And save the Academy a bundle in the process.
- When I get old I want to be like Christopher Plummer. Well, that’s assuming I can’t be like Clooney.
- Up in the Air was good. They nailed the work-travellin life. Clooney rules. But Oscar? Sorry, no. And Clooney for Best Actor? He plays a good-hearted, charming, roguish, independent, smooth-talking ladies man. This role was not a stretch.
- Who thinks Sandra Bullock is hot? I mean by Hollywood standards. She just doesn’t crank my engine. I ain’t just hatin’ just because she played an Ole Miss grad either. Kate Beckinsale is hot. I didn’t see her tonight. Michelle Pfeiffer’s still got it. I’ll say this for Sandra, she seems like a pretty cool chick and gave a good acceptance speech.
- Tim Robbins had the line of the night (unless somebody got one off between 8:50-9:45) introducing Morgan Freeman. Paraphrasing here, “Morgan Freeman taught me what it means to be a friend. On the last day of shooting Shawshank, he pulled me aside and said “Friendship is getting the other person a cup of coffee. Could you do that for me, Ted?”
- T-Bone Burnett. Good music. Awesome name. Cool shades, at night, indoors. Looks like he works at Price-Waterhouse? Doesn’t add up.
- Best visual of the night–Tom Hanks almost forgot to give the statue for Best Picture to the beautiful and talented Catherine Bigelow, director of The Hurt Locker and the night’s big winner.
- TB stayed up twenty-three minutes longer than I wanted to so I could bring you these observations and opinions. So you better appreciate it. That and I thought I might get to hear Clooney make an acceptance speech. Yeah, I like him, he’s a beautiful and talented man. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
- Discuss amongst yourselves.