Bring on the little gold man.

I'm watching The Man with the Golden Gun.

Britt Ekland's ass just helped save the day. I'm happy.
 
Seth MacFarlane is the worst host EVER.

The only thing worse than MacFarlane as host is the writing.

The Lincoln/Booth joke was beyond being in poor taste, it was flat out disgusting.
 
....and the Costume Award goes to-
I watched Anna Karenina, after the Awards were over. I did not see Baz Luhrmann listed, in the credits....
(The costumes were perfect for the film.) You cannot go home, again.
There is no way, that any film could approach the perfect reflection of
the faithful black and white version. Viva la moderne ! 2013, not 1813.
 
random jots

macfarlane was the wrong choice
long before he ever hit the stage...

those who did not know of him asked, 'who?'
those who knew him said, 'who!'
and
nearly all who watched said, 'why?'

it is curious to read the morning reviews
that try to justify
and... apologize for
his tutelage of the show.

he was flat, egotistical, unfunny and... mean...
i also suspect he began to self edit
once he sensed the egg he was dropping...
fewer jokes and repartee as the show progressed...

he clearly understood what was happening.

the franco/hathaway mess (2011) was an understandable risk
taken by the academy...

hollywood's (pretty) up and comers
given a chance to take the mantle
that they'll eventually shoulder...

the show would have been in more irreverently reverent hands
with trey parker and matt stone
(and as book of mormon comes to screen next year...?)

seth macfarlane blew.

by god! you saw the passing of the parade last night...

a brando-enourmous nicholson - only just redeeming with familiar sly winks and humour - from an uncomfortable schlumpy elephantine carcass -
a streep - now more... straip and noticeably fragile
christopher plummer - forgotten - then remembered - and nearly forgotten now again (there are no 3rd acts...)
de niro - once feared - now uncle bob...
babs... way firm of voice... issuing from a mouth that seemed lifted from what once had been her navel...
travolta. why? what? who? why again?


even pretenders in their twilight...
the stewart chick? surly - looking freshly gutter ravished (and unmoved by it) - done (as in buh-bye)
and charlise theron - still but a peculiar mannequin
cathjerine hooked-a-douglas jones - lipslinking badly - amidst some other rather fine live numbers
(and why the chicago-gasm? meh choice even when it was chosen...)

true emotional content was...
left in any number of dark square rooms at your and my multiplex

a mantle is to be passed,
but not to the likes of a macfarlane...
or pretenders...

or maybe it is...?

hmmmm?

an awful show
with gems in the rubbish...

last night was a nearly irrelevant exercise;
but for shirley bassy
and a nearly redeemed humbled fighter from beantown...

it becomes easier and easier to watch highlights
and read reviews...
 
macfarlane was the wrong choice
long before he ever hit the stage...
I haven't read the McFarlane post-mortems, and didn't watch. Last time I watched was STeve Martin's first year at it. McFarlane was an overt pander to younger audiences. Do you think it worked for them? Could part of the bad response be from among the stodgies he was chosen to move beyond?

I thought the "tits" song was pretty funny, at least the bit of it I saw in a highlight vid online.

Stone/Parker is a brilliant idea.
 
The book is great, is the film any good?

reading it now, not seen the film.

i almost gave it a miss after the first few stodgy pages - then it opened up with a wonderful sweep of colour and light and sound and intensity...

especially lovin' the passage where all the religious types met his parents at the zoo and the argument broke out about whether he was a hindu, a christian, or a muslim, being as he was studying all three :D
 
reading it now, not seen the film.

i almost gave it a miss after the first few stodgy pages - then it opened up with a wonderful sweep of colour and light and sound and intensity...

especially lovin' the passage where all the religious types met his parents at the zoo and the argument broke out about whether he was a hindu, a christian, or a muslim, being as he was studying all three :D

This was the point in the book that the kids stopped the reading to discuss this subject. I loved the book for that reason alone, they portray it not as well in the movie.
 
I haven't read the McFarlane post-mortems, and didn't watch. Last time I watched was STeve Martin's first year at it. McFarlane was an overt pander to younger audiences. Do you think it worked for them? Could part of the bad response be from among the stodgies he was chosen to move beyond?

I thought the "tits" song was pretty funny, at least the bit of it I saw in a highlight vid online.

Stone/Parker is a brilliant idea.

the "boobs" song was...funny... but not clever.
kind of a mr.skin's greatest hits...
ala... bevis and butt head "heh heh heh..."

it was couched
in a shatner/kirk bit
which was clever
for the first minute or so,
then
tired and entirely lost to any hip young-audience translation

even the premise of the bit
(pre-addressing reviews of seth's performance in 'tomorrows' trades)
was stodgier than even the stodgiest
of the live audience (or certainly most at home).
he was already bombing on twitter/liveblogs/ and here!
the next morning's reviews (in the trades???)
were irrelevant!

it felt like macfarlane could touch upon cultural references,
but then
couldn't keep his 'clever' hands from mauling them...

the pander to younger audiences was the franco/hathaway experiment...

this was pandering of a different sort...
kind of an odd within-the-industry pandering.

macfarlane is regarded as a wiz-kid -
and for all of his talent/success,
envied;

sort of embodying a 'strange magic',
that most insiders have yet to actually encounter
or even know how to profit by...

a known unknown.

ted and last night will take him down a peg or two;
by defining him more

he was a horrible host...
neither really of hollywood
or quite not-of hollywood
yet entirely estranged...

btw:
pure egotistical bullshit
to foist a closing number
'to the losers'
(and then flubbing it)
after a commercial
following the awarding of best pic.

a humble thank you and good night suffices nicely.
 
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