The accounting offices of Tuna, Tuna and Tuna (also known as Me, Myself and I) have tabulated the Oscar ballots and grabbed some dinner in anticipation of the big night. I haven't seen much of the pregame show, but I am VERY happy to see Tim Gunn calling the shots.
It just occurred to me that I have NO idea who is hosting the Oscars. I think this isn't a good sign.
HAHAHAHA -- They just played a bit of Monty Python's The Meaning of Life with the pirate accounts as the real accounts walked the carpet. CLASSY>
Meryl Streep is wearing steel gray. Don't know that I love it.
Penelope Cruz looks nice. Her dress is a vintage 60-year old dress. Very nice...and different.
Richard Jenkins in a movie nobody saw (I did, though, and it was very good), whom many people will remember as the first dead guy in Six Feet Under.
Jack Black. Why are they talking to him?
Marissa Tomei. Hmmm. Don't love the dress. The skirt is so huge looks like she could power-buff a gymnasium in no time flat.
Oh no. one of the inspirations for the director of this show was old Busby Berkley movies. This does NOT bode well.
OK. Fasten your seat belts. It's going to be a bumpy ride.
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