Oscar recap
Chris rock was great. He was funny and a little mean. You have to expect some of that. You don't hire Chris Rock and expect him to sing and dance.
His material about Bush fucking up and still keeping his job was dead on and is why Rock is one of the best comics out there.
Robin Williams should fuck himself. 20 minutes after Rock's very rehearsed monologue, William's decides to blast us with his old material. I think it was in bad form for him to do stand up after the host did. It made him look like he was grabbing onto something.
Rock had 12 writers and a couple of months of going on stage to get his opening straight. Williams took bits he's been doing since the Reagan administration and rehashed them.
Why was Beyoncee singing all the songs? Did 8 people cancel? Can no one else sing? She's great and all, but having her do 3 out of 5 songs was a bit much.
Antonio Banderas needs a shower and some singing lessons. He was making me beg for Marc Anthony.
It's the Oscars, it shouldn't be hard to book A-list singers besides the stand out from Destiny's Child. It's official, Bouncy Knowls is carrying that band. She's the David Lee Roth, before the break down.
I hope this doesn't mean I have to read about her in the paper every day like Britney or Paris or Iraq.
Carlos Santana needs a better agent. The guy is a living legend.
Julia Roberts was able to make this show about her, again. She lingered on stage. When Clint won, she kissed him and then before he could give his speech, she went back and cleaned off the little bit of lipstick that was there. Hew as fine. We get it, you're lovable, now let the guy talk.
All the people who won, should have. No upsets, no surprises. Sideways was never going to get best picture. The screen play award was typical and enough.
It would have been nice for Virginia Madsen to win, but it was steep Compton.
Next year's host? Shucky Ducky.
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