The dumbest award the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences gives out is the Oscar for Best Costume Design.
The Oscar was won this year by somebody who designed the costumes for a movie about some queen sometime someplace.
I could do this, and I’m not gay.
However, it would require me to get up out of the recliner and actually go to the low tech library. Remember those? Big buildings with books?
I would get a picture book of from any period of British Royalty and tell all the sewers (well what is the PC word for seamstresses?) So-ers to make something like the pictures only not as ugly and not as details. All the details stuff can be added with computer generated images.
The fabric would come from any upholstery shop in the neighborhood.
Voila.
The Oscar for Best Costume Design Goes to Going Like Sixty.
And yeah, it’s a gay award. No heterosexual male would concentrate so hard on clothes. I have trouble getting my husband to remember to put his pants on.
How about some new awards instead — like best product positioning, most unlikely trailer preview, lowest budget, ugliest face, least historically accurate biopic.. and all the “worst” of. Instead of the Oscars we could call them the Grouches.
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La Lohan is the latest contender for the hypothetical Michael Jackson Award — you know, the one where you’re more famous for being fucked up than for any singing or acting you’ve done lately. Britney Spears is on that list, too.