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Labels: Mickey Rourke, The Oscars
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Of all the comebacks of recent years I think his is my favorite. He's having so much fun. The Shelia Variations has some great writing about him.
Who gives a shout-out to Eric Roberts?
As I write this, the Oscar telecast ended about half an hour ago. I was surprised when Sean Penn's name was read. But not terribly disappointed. Mickey had ample time with Barbara Walters, and the awards circuit's been his for over a month now.I may be one of the few in blogland who actually liked the show. I watch Barbara, I do the red carpet thing (the guys who co-host this are shot right out of the gay cannon) and the Oscars. I got a little teary-eyed with Jerry Lewis. And I started to get all boo-hoo-hooey during the memorials to Sidney Pollack and Paul Newman. I was hoping Angelina Jolie would win for actress, though I knew it was a longshot. I've been one of AJ's biggest supporters and admirers. But my heart (or one of my heads) has started to float over to Freida Pinto of Slumdog Millionaire. I even liked the musical numbers. Hugh Jackman is totally gonzo -- but he shouldn't be dancing with Beyonce, he's too svelt for her killer thighs. I'm glad I watched it. It's one of the rare times I actually watch TV on television -- most of the time I'm watching movies. That Slumdog Millionaire song, "Jai Ho" will be bouncing around in my head for days to come.
I thought it was a good show too. I always watch the Oscars but this year it felt like I had watched something with a pulse insteand of wincing at what seemed to be a four hour memorial service. Thinking about Philippe Petit doing the slight of hand trick makes me smile. And Marion Cotillard is almost heart breakingly beautiful. I thought Halle had one of the best gowns and I love how Angie doesn't even have to try to look like a goddess. The was a warmth among the presenters and the audience that seems to have been lacking for several years.
I also appreciated the line-up of former supporting and lead actresses and actors reading off the nominees. It made it clear that above everything -- the stardom, the fortunes, the mansions, the publicity -- deep down inside, all of these people are simply movie fans... and they're still knocked out by movie stars.Sophia Loren?!? Bravo!!!
I didn't much like the show, but I'm glad others did, only because I like Hugh Jackman and don't want to see a lot of people dumbing on the guy.That Independent Spirit Award speech by Rourke is probably the greatest acceptance speech I've ever seen. It may be the greatest acceptance speech possible. "I don't know what you do, honey." And he loves dogs and is worried about getting into heaven. How can you not love that guy?
"Dumping on the guy", not "dumbing".
that "I don't know what you do, honey" is one of my favorite lines from the speech - although how does one choose??
"Honey" cracked me up to. Along with "banging some chick in the ass in the bathroom." I believe that's when they cut to Anne Hathaway's reaction!The more I think about it, last night's telecast was the best Oscar show I've ever seen. Looking at some blogs, my opinion seems to be in the minority.However, Roger Ebert shared my sentiments:"It was the best Oscar show I've ever seen, and I've seen plenty. The Academy didn't bring it in under three and a half hours, but maybe they simply couldn't, given the number of categories. What they did do was make the time seem to pass more quickly, and more entertainingly. And they finally cleared the logjam involved in merely reading the names of the nominees. By bringing out former winners to single out each of the acting nominees and praise their work, they replaced the reading of lists with a surprisingly heart-warming new approach."To read Roger's piece, click here.
I'm in the minority with you. I prefer it when they keep it loose, not too damn serious ... and last night they had a nice balance - silly but also profound. I liked it.And yes, to have "banging some girl in the ass" included in an acceptance speech is seriously a high water mark.
That is pretty much the most awesome acceptance speech I have ever seen. I would put it even above Laurence Olivier's acceptance speech where he rattled off a string of truly amazing-sounding gibberish, and did it with such verve that the audience went wild and the camera cut to Jon Voight throwing up his hands and exclaiming, "Oh WOW!" That, and any time Liz Taylor presents and goes off-teleprompter. I want Liz back. Or Liza. How come Liza never presents? One reason I wanted Rourke to win was that, along with Lewis's award, it was going to give me a reason to flounce over to Big Hollywood and say "are you guys gonna give the French some credit now, or WHAT?" Alas, that ship has sailed. I don't know if it will repair my sullied rep with our distinguished host here but Rourke is also very much right about Eric Roberts. The Pope of Greenwich Village was a high point for them both.
How come Liza never presents?Aye, now there's a puzzler fer ya. If I died tomorrow, I'd want Liza to read my eulogy. Preferably with an open bar in the room.Both Mickey and Eric are excellent in Pope of Greenwich Village. They reunited in Spun... Mickey as a crystal meth cook, Eric as his sponsor. Eric in a wig, drooling over his bodyguards. Mickey shacked up with Brittany Murphy. Don't ask me why, but I've seen that wired flick at least six times. You're never sullied in my eyes, Siren!
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