As we're just minutes away from the Oscars, under a dark and stormy sky in Los Angeles, we shall begin the live stream of Academy Awards observations! And we're still wondering whether Al Gore will announce running for president tonight, and if he does I've predicted that I will never stop laughing. Never.
5:11 PST: Penelope Cruz has a great dress. And she's less one loopy Tom Cruise, so she's already a winner, dammit!
5:34 p.m.: Hey Seattle Times readers, take a break from writing me hate mail (re Iran column) and take the time to watch the Academy Awards! Your man Al is probably going to win AND grandstand on global warming in ONE SHOT!
5:43 p.m.: When Ellen brought out the gospel choir so much of the audience was confused, as if thinking "Is this like a church thing or something?"
5:48 p.m.: So, will Anna Nicole Smith be featured in the roll call of dead people later because she acted in "The Naked Gun 33 1/3"?
5:54 p.m.: The song of Will Ferrell (with Art Garfunkel wig) and Jack Black was pretty funny, but I liked John C. Reilly jumping out of the audience.
5:57 p.m.: ROFL -- from Dirty Harry's live Oscar blogging over at Libertas: "I know I promised to live-blog but I did not sign up for this. Taking the hit’s one thing. This is Abu-Ghraib without the cute little chick pointing at my privates."
6:06 p.m.: I've decided I'll put up with a political rant from Gore as long as Marky Mark gets onstage and drops trou.
6:20 p.m.: Alan Arkin wins Best Supporting Actor! Yay!! He was awesome as Grandpa in "Little Miss Sunshine." Abigail Breslin looks adorable (and actually like a kid, in this Dakota Fanning world...)
6:22 p.m.: How come Martin Scorsese's eyebrows haven't gone gray but the rest of his hair has?
6:28 p.m.: James Taylor should be illegal. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ......
6:30 p.m.: Melissa Ethridge and Al Gore movie: what a pair!
6:32 p.m.: Al Gore is applauding himself. And waxing about climate change with Prius driver Leo DiCaprio. Why does Hollywood find this drip so stimulating? Al's being super serial.
6:49 p.m.: Adapted screenplay -- Borat got robbed, I tell you, ROBBED!! "Departed" guy looks like he woke up in the alley. What is it with screenwriters feeling they have to live up to the scruffy, unkempt stereotype?
6:50 p.m.: Peter O'Toole looks so old. Remember how hot he looked in those white robes in "Lawrence"?
7:00 p.m.: If someone does a period movie, they should just be handed the Costume Design Oscar, right? They always win, even if the movie was crap!
7:18 p.m.: Is anyone else bored? This interpretive dance is reminding me of the awful year that "Dances With Wolves" was nominated and dancers threw fur over their backs and crawled across the stage (buffalo).
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7:31 p.m.: Jennifer Hudson just won Best Supporting Actress. "Look what God can do!" she says to significantly less applause than DiCaprio saying "Look what Al Gore can do!" (By the way, she's officially kicked the butts of every other "American Idol" ex-finalist.) You go, girl!
(Dirty Harry notes that Hudson blew off George Clooney walking backstage! He's right -- she didn't stop to fawn. Hah!)
7:39 p.m.: Why do they stick the documentary short subject winners in the back corner of the Kodak and roll out the place of honor of Gore? Pretty elitist, don'tcha think?
7:42 p.m.: It's the uber-lefty Best Documentary category! Only good part was the Seinfeld monologue to open it. Guess who won? Any guesses? Guess who got a standing-O from the Hollywood patsies? Any guesses? Everybody get down on their knees and kiss Gore's...
7:48 p.m.: Clint Eastwood is sounding really confused.
7:53 p.m.: Celine Dion -- gag me with a pica pole!!
7:58 p.m.: This speech in Italian is the most sense anyone has made all night.
8:11 p.m.: "Little Miss Sunshine" wins best original screenplay! Yay! A good night for independent film.
8:26 p.m.: Ugh. Ethridge won best song for the Al Gore rant. "Mostly, I have to get down on my knees and kiss Manbearpig Gore's ..."
8:36 p.m.: Another Dirty Harry gem: "Jennifer Hudson needs to wail a lyric like, 'Got me an Oscar! Skinny ho next to me don’t! She treated me like crap on the set! Wouldn’t let me in her trailer! Made pig noises at the craft services table! Who’s laughing now you weave wearing no Oscar hoochie mama?'”
8:48 p.m.: Roll call of dead people punctuated by popularity applause. Anna Nicole's "Naked Gun" role didn't earn her a spot.
8:51 p.m.: Helen Mirren won. Wow. What a surprise. And she thanked the queen. Monarchs are acceptable in Hollywood. If she'd thanked Bush, she woulda got run out on a rail.
9:03 p.m.: Forest Whitaker deservingly wins -- and also thanks God! Hollywood's gonna have a heart attack!
9:05 p.m.: Scorsese in da house!! Always the bridesmaid, finally the bride!
9:09 p.m.: "The Departed" wins Best Picture, a first for a Scorcese pic. He's arrived! Now get Marky Mark up on that stage. With or without the Funky Bunch.
9:29 p.m.: Wait a minute... Lucas is at least a few inches shorter than me -- I was standing next to him at a Writers Guild reception once. Lucas, Spielberg, Coppola and Scorsese were all about the same height. Are all directors short?
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