February, 2009:

12 Word Summaries of the American Idol Season Eight Group 2 – Top 12

idol-logoI’m holding off on the TiVo Multi-Bloop Scale until the Top 12, when I can actually tell this bus full of kids apart. For now, we’re going with quick summaries.

A quick word about the judges… were they all drunk? Or just really tired (in general or of each other, doesn’t matter)? Way too much bitchiness and disagreement and restless behavior tonight. Ryan kept twitching at the judges table, expecting a slapfight or gay joke from Simon, Kara and Paula were alternately mad dogging each other and orgasming over the grody Jonas Brother, Adam Lambert. And Randy found a way to have even less to say. I also didn’t like that Ryan was dressed in casual wear, and how shrimpy his short-sleeve button down made his guns look. Where’s your killer instinct, Rybo?

There’s a real lack of effort problem on the show this season. Hopefully the Top 12 round will make some bitches up.

Anyway! Here we go…

GROUP 2 – Top 12

matt-giraudJasmine Murray - In any other season she’d be a lock for the Top 12.

Matt Giraud - A shivering, shaking mess of pitchy douchebaggery. Doesn’t matter. He’s being groomed.

Jeanine Vailes - The homeless persons Leona Lewis. But with better legs… and less talent.

Nick Mitchell - Why are they letting him make such a mockery of the show?

Allison Iraheta - Hate the hair, hate the dangly star ring, but love the voice.

allisonirahetaKris Allen - Forgettable, with no shot for the Top 12. But I liked him.

Megan Joy Corkrey - Was it special needs? Yes, but it was ADORABLE, boofy special needs.

Matt Breitzke - Loved the song, bored the singer. We wasted a slot on him?

Jesse Langseth - Great body, great voice. But I’d rather have my special needs boof.

Kai Kalama - Boring boringness that bored me to boring. But I liked his name.

meganjoycorkreyMishavonna Henson - Total punim boof, but why did she sing that rancid Train song?

Adam Lambert - A bigger fake than Nick Mitchell. Except Lambert could actually win Idol.

And the predictions…

Top 3: Allison Iraheta, Adam Lambert, Matt Giraud

Wild Cards: Jasmine Murray, Megan Joy Corkrey, Kris Allen

The Title Of This Post Is “Facial Expression”

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The important things in this image, in order:

1 – Eva’s biforcated forehead vein.

2 – Kate’s tight lips and clenched mouth (can’t you just tell how much she likes Eva?)

3 – Eva’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

4 – The ungodly laugh lines and skin mulch on K-Becks.

5 – Eva looking the wrong way. Because she’s talented.

6 – Kate’s dead eyes (again with the loving being in this picture).

7 – What is Kate’s hand resting on, air?

8 – Bangs.

9 – Belt on Dress.

10 – Is Eva wearing spankies as a dress?

Bangarang!

Why the 81st Annual Academy Awards Was the Finest Oscar Telecast Of My Lifetime

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A special group of people came into my life this year. They are a group made up of people who love pop culture the way you love something unconditionally; when you can enjoy it for what it is and what it is not; when you can rationalize bad choices, accept mistakes, and, at the same time, revel in its beauty and wisdom and thought. Nothing is ever “that sucks” just because it’s trendy to say so. When they don’t like something they have clear, logical reasons for feeling that way. While at the same time, nearly without exception, they can point to moments of greatness amidst the movie/show/song they didn’t like. They love and hate things the way I do, with an open heart, an observant eye, and a perceptive mind.

These are the people I watched the Oscars with this year.

It is for that reason I believe, more than anything, why I fell in love with tonight’s show. Because we love things that take the time to love themselves, and Hugh Jackman, Bill Condon and everyone else who made the Oscars happen this year, love the Oscars. It was apparent in the way the set was designed. In the absence of sarcasm. In the way the orchestra refrained from playing people off the stage; giving everyone their full moment to shine. In the way each actor was lauded: individually, by one of their peers, and with genuine sincerity.

They cared about the show the way we care about the show. The way we can be snarky about everything all year, but on this night, and only on this night, do we turn that off and be sincere, for that is what is required, and earned.

Hugh Jackman was a perfect host. He worked because unlike a comedian, with an ulterior motive to be “funny” and receive personal applause, Hugh just wanted to entertain us. He didn’t care if he was funny, or if his shtick was making him look good. He’s a showman, not a salesman. He brought joy to the show. And you could see that joy radiate off of him, when he almost lost it during the Reader bit in his opening number, when he danced with Anne Hathaway, when he tousled his hair over and over again, mimicking Mickey in The Wrestler. When he actually DID lose it putting his head in the Ben Button holes. And you know he was an amazing host, because for the extended period of time that he was backstage, he was missed.

I wouldn’t mind if Hugh Jackman hosted the Oscars for from now until eternity.

True thought was put into the show. How do you tell the story of a year in film, in three and a half hours? How do you celebrate it, love it, and observe it from a distance? How do you give these masters of craft, these artists, this mass of people and their art, the respect they deserve? They found a way.

Bringing out five past winners to celebrate five current nominees. Masterstroke. Showing the writing on the screen for the screenplay awards. Brilliant. Putting John Legend onstage with A.R. Rachman. Gorgeous. Ending the show with a look to the future. Sublime.

I loved that the montages were only about this year in movies. Just 2008. Every year there are inevitably four or five montages about the history of movies. Which is all fine and fun to watch, but it loses a sense of perspective about the year in film, which is the reason for the awards show. The whole point is to understand how his year affected the history of cinema. Tonight, for the first time, we got to see a story of the year in movies, and what a story it was.

I judge a good awards show, amongst many things, by the quotes that come out of it. How can this year be topped? “I thank my pencil.” “I was given a choice between hate and love, and I chose love.” “Dad, if you’re out there, whistle.” “You commie, homo-loving sons of guns.” And everything Penelope said about how art is unifying. How art is the true universal language. I would transcribe it, but I only understood every third word. And this is all before Dustin Lance Black’s elegant speech, Sean Penn’s poignant words on equality, Tina Fey and Steve Martin, Ben Stiller as Joaquin Phoenix and The Ledger Family.

People are griping about the lack of surprises. Fine, gripe. But didn’t everyone who won, deserve it? Mickey Rourke got his life back. Did he really need an Oscar to validate his work? Wasn’t Slumdog Millionaire the best picture of the year? Did Heath not deserve his Oscar, in the end? Suspenseful races and shocking upsets make for good television, but on this night, I was glad there weren’t any. It made the night a celebration, not a contest.

That’s what the Oscars are supposed to be, you know, a celebration. Not a contest or campaign, but a celebration of movies, of magic. And that’s what we were given. A night of passion and grandiose beauty, of balance and focus, of efficiency and pause, of acclaim and gratitude, and of good cheer and true worth.

For all of you who did not enjoy the show, who want to be snarky about it and tear it down, don’t speak to me. Keep it to yourself. I don’t want your hate and insecurity to take away or taint the grandeur of the show and the night. I don’t want to hear how the dance numbers were lame or how each acting award took forever or how the show wasn’t “funny”. You’re wrong. And I won’t respond to your comments, because they are so blatantly misguided and ignorant. If you truly cannot see the wonder and beauty and intelligence of the 81st Academy Awards, I don’t even want to know you.

I was honored to see the show with people who understood what they were seeing. People who had the capacity to appreciate the brilliance of the work, and who weren’t elitist or arrogant or spiteful or self-conscious about it. People who didn’t need me to explain why the show was genius, because they knew and agreed with me. People I happily call “friend”.

I usually watch the Oscar with my Mom, but tonight, for the first time, I couldn’t. I am thankful that in her absence, I got to be with this special group of people. Thank you Nick, Audie, Mike, Will, Becca, Greg, sleepy Elissa and Paul. You made it infinitely easier to cope with my loss of tradition, and easier to love a show I love so dearly.

Mom, I wish you could have been with me, and us, as we would have had a great time loving this amazing show together.

Bangarang!

The Jay’s Official 2009 Oscar Predictions

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BEST PICTURE

Slumdog Millionaire seems to be a lock, after winning most every pre-Oscars award there is, including the Golden Globe. But MILK is rising in favor. Entertainment Weekly even called MILK the upset winner. I had to force myself to sit through it, and though I found it to be homework, it’s definitely well-made homework, with a great performance by the Pennster (whom I usually loathe). Benjamin Button sure LOOKS like a Best Picture winner, but feels more like one of those epic prestige films that are made to win, but never do (I’m thinking about films like The Painted Veil, Atonement, anything Kate Winslet appears in). Frost/Nixon is forgettable and was probably only nominated because everyone believed they were just supposed to, and did. The Reader is the dark horse, and we should all be frightened by it. If a tiny Nazi movie with some token Kate Winslet nudity can steal a spot from the infinitely more deserving The Dark Knight, who knows what other movies it could topple.

Who Should Win: MILK – The Academy loves a rousing biopic about a tragic figure and a controversial topic. See: A Beautiful Mind, Gandhi. Also, the Academy owes the gay population one for letting Crash beat Brokeback Mountain. And, in a year of relatively classic-free movies, Slumdog Millionaire losing would be less of an upset than people think.

(Full disclosj: The Wrestler was the best film of the year, IMHO. Iron Man was my fav movie.)

Who WILL Win: Slumdog Millionaire – A Bollywood musical about the game show “Who Wants To Be A Millionaire” that is by turns uplifting, inspiring and ultra-violent; that overcomes the obstacles of having no stars, an awkward title and did I mention the Bollywood musical part (?); that ends up being a massive critical hit and grossing HUGEmongous box office? Now, THAT’S what I call a Best Picture winner!

BEST ACTOR

It’s between Sean Penn and Mickey Rourke, this is fact. Brad Pitt was good, but heaping helpings of CGI old midget Brad, and CGI young hot Brad diminish his performance. Also, the movie was ultimately blah, which means HE was ultimately blah. Richard Jenkins should be happy just to be nominated; this is a career achievement for a well-regarded character actor. In any other year, Frank Langella would be in the driver’s seat, but unfortunately he’s up against too strong a field (and people haven’t forgotten that he was Skeletor in the Masters of the Universe flick.). Sean IS fantastic, but he’s done work just as good in other movies; his personal bar is set so high, I don’t believe he cleared it. Mickey Rourke IS The Wrestler. He IS that movie. Every second of the film belongs to him, and he commands those seconds. His is a riveting performance, filled with pathos, humility and dark humor. It’s the best of the year.

Who Should Win: Mickey Rourke – For all the reasons above, and for this: his is a great story. And we love a great story at the Oscars. The one in a million shot, the newcomer, the aging veteran and the comeback; those are the classic stories, and Rourke fits into three of them. Also, imagine the speech he would give!

Who Will Win: Sean Penn – That being said, does Rourke have the votes to win? The Oscars are a political campaign more than anything; you need to shake a lot of friends, make a lot of promises, be nice and be diplomatic. Anyone paying attention to the sound bites that keep coming from the Rourke camp knows he’s one more Chihuahua sneeze from turning a dance floor into a circus. And Sean Penn has a LOT of friends in this town.

BEST ACTRESS

Anne Hathaway the Langella of Best Actress nominees, a stunning performance offset by audience indifference to the film itself. The fact that people think Winslet is OWED an Oscar, makes me sick. This isn’t a cumulative contest; it’s based on one performance, the performance you are nominated for. Kate Winslet may be the best actress of our generation, but she is not owed an Oscar. Too bad I haven’t seen The Reader, so I can’t say one way or the other if she was “better” than Anne Hathaway. Meryl Streep was great in Doubt, but she was over-directed, left a bit too much to her own devices, devices that caused her to overact throughout most of the film. Also, Cherry Jones apparently did a better job in the Broadway play. Melissa Leo is the Richard Jenkins, a fine character actor justly rewarded for fine, understated work. And Angelina? Please.

Who Should Win: Anne Hathaway – Blowing away her Disney typecasting, announcing her presence as a new, substantial dramatic leading lady, Hathaway tears through the film, a whirling dervish of venom and rage. But it’s her quiet moments that did it for me, the speech about her brother’s death, how she confronted her Mom about her brother. Slapping the buh-geez-us out of Debs Wings. Stunning work.

Who WILL Win: Because, much as it pains me, the Oscars ARE a cumulative contest, and Kate IS owed an Oscar. I just wish she wasn’t so blatantly campaigning for it.

BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR

Heath Ledgsnore. OK, look: yes, he was good in The Dark Knight. But, BUT, the part is a lay-up. It’s The Joker! There is 50 years of material on him. He’s a showy psychopath who gets all the good lines. Obvs course Ledger crushed it! Anyone would have! Are we seriously giving him this Oscar JUST because he died? You’re telling me Michael Shannon wasn’t as explosive? PSH less powerful? RoDo JU not as funny? Josh Brolin less Brolin-y? Can we please ease back on the Heath Ledger pedestooling? Besides, Eckhart was better, anyway.

Who Should Win: Michael Shannon – There wasn’t a more electrifying presence on film this year. Not even for a frame of film.

Who WILL Win: Heath Ledger – Let’s just get this done, so I can stop looking like the asshole disrespecting the dead.

BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS

I actually LIKE all five of these actresses, yes even Penelope, and think they are all equally deserving of the statue. You have to be pretty effing great to stand out next to PSH and Meryl Streep, but somehow both Amy Adams and Viola Davis pulled it off. Each have quiet, masterful moments, and affect the film in a tangible way when they’re on screen. Unfortunately, they’re going to cancel each other out. Taraji is the dark horse; her work is tender and lovely in Ben Button, but I don’t think she has the one big scene or speech to push her over the top. Marisa. Marisa is not winning. And for one reason: “Two-Time Academy Award Winner Marisa Tomei”. Never. Not in a million years.

Who Should Win: Viola Davis – When you come on for one scene, ten minutes, steal the movie, turn it flip it and reverse it, give it back to the leads and leave quietly? That’s a supporting role. No other actress in this race affected her movie the way Viola did.

Who WILL Win: Penelope Cruz – Doesn’t she seem like she just SHOULD have an Oscar by now? We all agree she was luminous and crazy and awesome in VCB and that her work with Pedro is stunning, but will never be rewarded, so let’s get her Oscar out of the way so I can stop being the asshole who disrespects the woman who can’t seem to learn English after living here for 15 years.

BEST DIRECTOR

Well, this will be quick. Danny Boyle is winning this award. Period. David Fincher probably deserves it from a technical standpoint, as his Ben Button is a masterpiece of craft, though not of storytelling. Stephen Daldry, nominated for every movie he’s ever made ever, will win one of these down the line, so no worry there. Ron Howard is a zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Gus Van Sant did an admirable job documenting the life of Harvey Milk, but the film was far from transcendent.

Who Should Win: Christopher Nolan – Captaining a $200 million ship through the rigors of production, the death of one of this stars and a bleak, cold story into the harbor of massive critical and commercial success, while at the same time actually creating a dynamic, intricately layered film (not movie) is grounds for this award if I’ve ever seen it. Put another way, if James Cameron and Peter Jackson won their awards for doing the same job as Nolan, why shouldn’t he win? Hell, why wasn’t he nominated???

Who WILL Win: Danny Boyle – For all the reasons Slumdog Millionaire is winning Best Picture, Danny Boyle is winning Best Director.

BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY

MILK is winning; the degree of difficulty was too high. WALL-E is getting its dues in the Best Animated Feature category. Frozen River has been seen by nobody. Literally no one has actually seen this movie. Even the director of Happy-Go-Lucky hasn’t seen THAT movie. And no one can understand anything said in In Bruges, enough to decide its true worth.

Who Should Win: Wall-E – writing silence is harder than writing dialogue. And writing robots instead of humans is even harder. But writing robots and silence instead of people and words? The Hardest.

Who WILL Win: MILK

BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY

Doubt and Frost/Nixon got their lauds on the stage, and don’t an Oscar to say they’re great works of writing. Ben Button is Forrest Gump the sequel and Eric Roth already won an Oscar for the first one. “Kate shows her tits” is not difficult writing, so no dice on The Reader. How can Slumdog Millionaire not win? The elements are outrageous, the cohesion is stunning and the inspiration it gives audience is without equal in this race.

Who Should Win: Doubt won the Pulitzer Prize. An Oscar is a step down.

Who WILL Win: Slumdog Millionaire.

THE UNIMPORTANT RACES:

Animated Feature: WALL-E

Art Direction: Ben Button

Cinematography: Ben Button

Costume Design: The Duchess

Documentary: Man on Wire

Documentary Short: The Witness

Film Editing: The Dark Knight

Foreign Language Film: Waltz With Bashir

Makeup: Ben Button

Music (score): MILK

Music (song): “O Saya” – Slumdog Millionaire

Short Film Animated: Presto

Short Film Live Action: On The Line

Sound Editing: The Dark Knight

Sound Mixing: Ben Button

Visual Effects: Ben Button

Good luck in your Oscar pools!

Bangarang!

Don Draper Knows My Every Thought

Just when I thought Twitter was a useless social networking site, bogged down by an arbitrary word count, crippling look and feel limitations, and massive redundancy in the face of the FAR more interesting and informative Facebook Status Updates, I get this notice in my Inbox:

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Would I like to follow Jon Hamm?

Uhhhh? YA!

So if at some point during the third season of Mad Men, Don Draper looks off into the middle distance, affects a distant look on his face and describes a moment from his past as such: “There was a woman. Bathed in light. She wore purple. And her lips? BOOF!”, you have The Jay to thank.

Bangarang!

(Follow me on Twitter @jasonamatthews)

12 Word Summaries of the American Idol Season Eight Group 1 – Top 12

idol-logoI’m holding off on the TiVo Multi-Bloop Scale until the Top 12, when I can actually tell this bus full of kids apart. For now, we’re going with quick summaries. Why? Cause I need to spend the rest of my day figuring out the fuzzy logic that sends three non-gender-specific contestants from each group into the finals and three into a Wild Card but somehow magically still ends up with six guys and six girls in the Finals. The strings on the Idol puppet are heavy this year.

Real quick before we begin, a word on each judge:

Randy: Should never wear scarves. Ever. On his person. Ever. Again.

Kara: Should flirt with the lighting guys a bit more. They’re practically spotlighting her giant schnozz. But she gave good notes tonight.

Paula: Should always have bangs. On her person. Always.

Simon: Should remind the studio audience to STFU more often. Kara is just as bitchy as Simon, and in a far less commercially constructive way, so why is everyone always giving him hell? Haven’t they picked up over the last seven seasons that he’s ALWAYS right?

Anyway! Here we go…

GROUP 1 – Top 12

alexisgrace-ais8Jackie Tohn - Please never do that with your legs in those pants, again. Ever.

Rickey Braddy - Can a great voice triumph over bad fashion & zero charisma? For now.

Alexis Grace - When did Chloe from Smallville start belting out diva ballads? And well?

caseycarlson-ais8Brent Keith - Will be a successful country singer at some point. Just not here.

Stevie Wright - Who puts their big opportunity in Taylor Swift’s songwriting hands? Epic Fail.

Anoop - American just isn’t ready for a male Indian-American Idol. Who sings ballads.

dannygokeyCasey Carlson - I never expected my BOOF to be a good singer. Good thing…

Michael Sarver - Gavin DeGraw is a lay-up. Way to take a risk, guy!

Anne Marie Boskovich - Looked eight kinds of boofy, sang eight kinds of pitchy. Nice try.

Stephen Fowler - So forgettable & charisma-deficient I forget to put him in this post.

Tatiana Del Toro - I don’t care that some moments were good, she’s still Crazy McPsychopants.

Danny Gokey - As the current front-runner, shouldn’t he try to dress better? Or shave?

And the predictions…

TOP 3: Danny Gokey, Alexis Grace, Michael Sarver

WILD CARDS: Tatiana Del Toro, Rickey Braddy, Casey Carlson (BOOFiness alone got Haley Scarnato into the Top 9, it’ll keep Casey in the game for at least one more round)

A Little Post V-Day Pick Me Up For All The Single Geeks Out There

chrisbrown-rihannaIn the wake of a raft of reasons to never look at a member of the opposite sex again, let alone date them: Chris Brown whomping on Rihanna, Beyonce repping Single Ladies whilst married to an impossibly rich impresario, Dan and Serena just never getting a fair shot, the possibility that dating a cute dying guy could result in him haunting you for eight excruciating episodes only to find out that you’re dying, too, the entirety of He’s Just That Into You (excepting Ben Affleck), I wanted to give my lonely-hearted geeks out there a little reminder that it’s gonna be OK.

It’s OK that you had no one special in your life on Valentine’s Day. It’s OK that you weren’t shelling out insane amounts of money to take someone to a fancy restaurant and pay for bland food from a prixe fix menu. It’s OK that that cute boy or cute girl turned you down, broke up with you, or doesn’t know you exist. It’s OK to be on your own.

I am. I spend Valentine’s Day pouring wine for 50 couples and then went to a play with some friends, came home and watched Jonas Bros (no “the” anymore) ruin Alec Baldwin’s SNL. And you know what? It was excellent. Well, not the Jonas Bros part, obvs.

My point is this: It’s all going to be OK. Know how I know that?

Because this guy:

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Is engaged to this girl:

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And this guy:

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Is engaged to this girl:

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Do you see? Anything is possible. And nothing matters, not even looks, when you’re funnysmartandgreat (Britney said that shit, and she can make a dance floor into a circus, so you know it’s true.). Be your great, geeky self and fantastic people will come into your life.

And it’s not just geeky guys. All my geekettes out there, Tina Fey is not making myths. Check out who Jon Hamm is with in real life:

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If that butterface can snag the most handomest handsome that ever handsomed, there is hope for anyone.

But, just so you don’t think I’m setting outrageously unattainable expectations about the dating world, let me clarify: realign your expectations, you will not be dating Christina Hendricks or Jon Hamm anywhere in the near future.

Even in real life, people who look like this still end up together:

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Look: I have no allusions that Natalie Portman and I will bump into each other on the street and it’ll be like that Mad About You episode where Paul and Jamie Buchman had never met and when they saw each other they just knew, and he goes “Let’s go home” and they live happily sitcom-ed ever after (her malignant forehead, notwithstanding). That ain’t happening. But I’m not gonna dwell on my singledom, either. And neither should you.

But in a world where David Spade knocked up a Playboy Playmate, David Silver is banging Megan Fox, Julia Roberts once married Lyle Lovett and Jimmy Fallon married an old person, it’s time we take a page not from ludicrous Kate Hudson romcoms, but from (celeb)reality. And to consider that though he’s just not into you, maybe you’re just not into that douche, either.

How about we just pull a Kelly Taylor and choose ourselves? Look how well that worked for her: she got addicted to coke, burned in a fire, recruited by a cult, shot in the stomach, nearly killed by Tracy Middendorf, knocked up and then ditched and now works for her old High School. But she looks FABulous.

And if you’re still down about a having had a lonely V-Day, let me end with this: guys, at least you’re not this fucker, and girls, at least you’re not dating him.

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See? Things are already looking up.

Bangarang!