The Oscars Are Played

For whatever reason I decided to engage in a little light torture tonight. First by watching the Oscars themselves and then by choosing not to take advantage of my DVR fast forward "power" during Celine Dion's solo song. Holy shit. I feel like my toenails have been yanked out, despite the coolness of a lifetime achievement award. Aren't we reaching the point where these things are played yet? Are there really that many great new filmmakers to even keep this crap going.

Okay, maybe I'm being a little harsh on the film industry and the Academy's occasion to get dressed up and do important stuff. I mean Ellen is played, Apple Paltrow is played, Coldplay is well, played. Most of these bastards are played.

Can't we just give Marky Mark and award and let him tell Melissa Ethridge and Al Gore to "go fahk yourself."? Wouldn't that just be easier than this insufferable business.

And Guggenheim, I believe it was, who directed An Inconvenient Truth--congratulations sir, you easily win the award for biggest douchebag of the evening. And even Al finds it awkward that you're giving him a handjob right now.

I'm sorry, I'm usually not this negative even on a Sunday night before a long week coming up but meh.