
So the Oscars, aka the Super Bowl for Gays happened last night. I’ll try to combine all the thrilling action into one post:
- Mickey Rourke wore a necklace with a picture of his dear departed dog on it. Aww, won’t someone adopt him? He may not be housebroken, but he’s freakin’ adorable!
- Sean Penn beat Rourke for Best Actor in one the few awards I had any interest in. I’d rather have seen shark tooth win (Sean Penn is a great actor, but everything about Milk was just so… expected), but at least it wasn’t like he got beat by someone totally undeserving, like Halle Berry, or that hack Meryl Streep.
- Kate Winslet won Best Actress for The Reader, making this the last time you’ll hear anything about The Reader. Let’s see: main character who looks like he has Downs, protagonists who read poetry and take baths, ahck-tores viss fake jer-man ack saints… gosh, I haven’t been so excited to see something since The Hours! Cross-eyed cats > Dyslexic Nazis.
- Slumdog Millionaire won everything ever. At this point I’m tired of pointing out that it wasn’t good. If I wanted to watch people I don’t give a shit about fall in love I’d eat at the Olive Garden. Or another sentence that would actually make sense. Tell ya one thing though, Danny Boyle’s daughter’s tits should’ve won something.
- Host Hugh Jackman danced and sang in that weird vibrato that only theater people have. The opening number was okay, but his medley with Beyonce, Zac Efron, and the Mamma Mia people was so bad that when he gave Baz Luhrmann the credit for writing it, Baz practically hid underneath his seat. But the important thing is that lots of people paid attention to Hugh Jackman. “Hey, everyone, look what I can do!”
- Reese Witherspoon won the ugliest dress award. Hiiid-eeee-ouuuuuth…
- That list of “leaked winners” didn’t last one award. Hope you didn’t bet the farm. [FULL LIST OF WINNERS BELOW]

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