[lifestyles of the rich and the famous]
# 185
A few lingering questions about Oscar night:
Is there anything George Clooney can't do?
Did Charlize Theron think: Right. This is the year in which I will pay homage to Liz Taylor circa 1969. Bouffant hair? Check. Liquid eyeliner? Check. Pulling the satin drapes from my living room window and styling them into, like, a totally divaesque gown WITH a giant shoulder-bow? Check. Because if that's what she thought, it really worked.
Why do these women think that „nude” is a flattering colour? It is not. It makes you look nekkid, yet very, very boring.
Where is Cher when you need her?
Where does Keith Urban get his highlights done?
How does Dolly Parton not fall over with every step she takes?
Felicity Huffman or Catherine Keener, coolest broad in town? Discuss.
Strike that: Lily Tomlin and Meryl Streep, coolest broads in town. No discussion.
How can one not turn to slush at the sight of Jake Gyllenhaal looking like a puppy that needs saving?
Should one question the choice of one's dress colour when Ben Stiller pulls off said colour better by wearing a lycra bodysuit? Think hard about that one, Jennifer Lopez.
Is there a direct relation between the uninterestingness of your category and the gadgets you bring on stage with you? I mean, come on people. Penguins? Matching bow-ties for you and Oscar?
Samuel L. Jackson. Dustin Hoffman. John Travolta. How do these people get invited every year?
How annoyingly cute is Reese Witherspoon? Exactly?
Are mothers the new agents? Why else would everybody be thanking them?
And did they really think that playing elevator music during the acceptance speeches would make people actually cut their acceptance speeches shorter? Fools!
How was Jeff Daniels not nominated as Best Actor? And what about Viggo Mortensen?
Will someone plase wipe the egotistical grin off Jack Nicholson's face? That, or the lewd-old-man-shades.
Why did I watch the whole show when it was already clear during the arrivals that this might well turn into the most boring evening since Hilary Swank won the first time for playing a woman who's really a man or something like that?
Crash? CRASH?
Jon Stewart, though.
Is there anything George Clooney can't do?
Did Charlize Theron think: Right. This is the year in which I will pay homage to Liz Taylor circa 1969. Bouffant hair? Check. Liquid eyeliner? Check. Pulling the satin drapes from my living room window and styling them into, like, a totally divaesque gown WITH a giant shoulder-bow? Check. Because if that's what she thought, it really worked.
Why do these women think that „nude” is a flattering colour? It is not. It makes you look nekkid, yet very, very boring.
Where is Cher when you need her?
Where does Keith Urban get his highlights done?
How does Dolly Parton not fall over with every step she takes?
Felicity Huffman or Catherine Keener, coolest broad in town? Discuss.
Strike that: Lily Tomlin and Meryl Streep, coolest broads in town. No discussion.
How can one not turn to slush at the sight of Jake Gyllenhaal looking like a puppy that needs saving?
Should one question the choice of one's dress colour when Ben Stiller pulls off said colour better by wearing a lycra bodysuit? Think hard about that one, Jennifer Lopez.
Is there a direct relation between the uninterestingness of your category and the gadgets you bring on stage with you? I mean, come on people. Penguins? Matching bow-ties for you and Oscar?
Samuel L. Jackson. Dustin Hoffman. John Travolta. How do these people get invited every year?
How annoyingly cute is Reese Witherspoon? Exactly?
Are mothers the new agents? Why else would everybody be thanking them?
And did they really think that playing elevator music during the acceptance speeches would make people actually cut their acceptance speeches shorter? Fools!
How was Jeff Daniels not nominated as Best Actor? And what about Viggo Mortensen?
Will someone plase wipe the egotistical grin off Jack Nicholson's face? That, or the lewd-old-man-shades.
Why did I watch the whole show when it was already clear during the arrivals that this might well turn into the most boring evening since Hilary Swank won the first time for playing a woman who's really a man or something like that?
Crash? CRASH?
Jon Stewart, though.
miss m. - 7. Mrz, 14:59
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