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Feb. 27th, 2005 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosOkay, putting the "Priceless" guy in the commercials? BWAH. I like that way too much. :)
"The only woman to breastfeed an Apple." Blech. And Gwyneth is presenting Best Foreign Language Film. And the award goes to ... The Sea Inside. Well, who didn't see that coming? Although I kind of wanted Yesterday to win, when I found out what it was about.
Samuel Jackson comes out to present Best Original Screenplay. Dude, are you wearing PJs? And the screenplay had BETTER go to Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, goddamn it ... YES. Now if only the fucking Academy had nominated it for Best Picture like it should have been. Because it was. Bah. Assmonkeys.
Charlize Theron looks a hell of a lot better now that her hair's grown out. DON CHEADLE! You won't win, but I still love you. Oh, Johnny Depp, read what I just wrote to Don Cheadle, rinse, lather, and repeat. Leo ... same thing. Clint Eastwood ... again. DAMN, this was a good year for actors. And the Oscar goes to ... Well, DUH. Awwww. "I see Oprah and I see Halle and I just want to say your names." HEE.
Hi, Julia Roberts. You look good for someone who just had twins, like, yesterday. And you're here for Best Director. It'd better be Martin Scorcese, damn it. And the award goes to ... Well, FUCK. You know, the more the night goes on, the more I'm pissed at Million Dollar Baby. The Best Director category is given for the year and me and Scorcese still have the same number of directing Oscars. This is so many levels of wrong. BAH.
And Dustin Hoffman and Barbra Streisand are here to present Best Picture. And the award goes to ... Million Dollar Baby. *sigh* Well, I did love it, but seriously. Just once, if a comedy could win, that would make me happy.
"The only woman to breastfeed an Apple." Blech. And Gwyneth is presenting Best Foreign Language Film. And the award goes to ... The Sea Inside. Well, who didn't see that coming? Although I kind of wanted Yesterday to win, when I found out what it was about.
Samuel Jackson comes out to present Best Original Screenplay. Dude, are you wearing PJs? And the screenplay had BETTER go to Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, goddamn it ... YES. Now if only the fucking Academy had nominated it for Best Picture like it should have been. Because it was. Bah. Assmonkeys.
Charlize Theron looks a hell of a lot better now that her hair's grown out. DON CHEADLE! You won't win, but I still love you. Oh, Johnny Depp, read what I just wrote to Don Cheadle, rinse, lather, and repeat. Leo ... same thing. Clint Eastwood ... again. DAMN, this was a good year for actors. And the Oscar goes to ... Well, DUH. Awwww. "I see Oprah and I see Halle and I just want to say your names." HEE.
Hi, Julia Roberts. You look good for someone who just had twins, like, yesterday. And you're here for Best Director. It'd better be Martin Scorcese, damn it. And the award goes to ... Well, FUCK. You know, the more the night goes on, the more I'm pissed at Million Dollar Baby. The Best Director category is given for the year and me and Scorcese still have the same number of directing Oscars. This is so many levels of wrong. BAH.
And Dustin Hoffman and Barbra Streisand are here to present Best Picture. And the award goes to ... Million Dollar Baby. *sigh* Well, I did love it, but seriously. Just once, if a comedy could win, that would make me happy.
