Shorter Oscars Post
I let the Oscars waste my time, again. It is actually regressing as an event. But here are the highs and lows of an evening in the filthy entertainment world:
I'm glad they saved the time by handing out some lessor awards to people at their seats. On the other hand, if the Academy cares so little for them, why not just hand those out with the nerd versions?
The Gothamist notes something that was completely odd. The Pepsi commercial creepily using footage from Spartacus. Not a good ad. And who licensed that out? (More here from the Sun Times)
It took Eastwood and company 37 days to bring home the gold. Scorsese must just hate to hear just how cavalier Clint churns out these films. I also like how he just walked back to his seat both times shunning the press. Too bad he couldn't have gotten a better performance out of Hillary Swank's acceptance speech. Oh, and what about Clint's 96 year old mother being there? As Roger Simon notes, "Has Clint just gotten started? His mother's 96. What genes. This victory for this incredible man has one simple message: never think about retiring."
Two words: Antonio Banderas. Who green lit his singing engagement with Santana? And speaking of Santana...nice Che t-shirt. How cute. I totally heart commies and thugs too. Not. Ann Althouse adds, "It's the sort of thing where if you wandered into a bar and this was going on, you'd turn around and walk out."