I just listened to Kimmel on The Bill Simmons Podcast, and he mentioned that but for sheer luck this year Best Actress was the penultimate award handed out before Best Picture; it switches every year with Best Actor. What that means is that there is an alternate reality in which Warren Beatty is handed an envelope that reads "Manchester by the Sea" (Casey Affleck), this whole shit still happens, and Jimmy Kimmel is forced to go up there and take away an Oscar from...Matt Damon.
Are you fucking kidding me with Mahershala Ali? I love that guy. 4400, other shows, etc. He's a great actor. But he was in that movie for MAYBE 7 minutes. I kept waiting for him to come back and give the Oscar-worthy performance. But no, The kid finds out he sold drugs to his mom and he's just gone. But yeah, Moonlight fuckin WAY BETTER than La La Land, just, you know, as a narrative. And also as the rest of what makes a movie.
Fuck musicals, again. All entertainment, enjoyment and brio in musicals for the past 25 years was concentrated strictly into The Book Of Mormon. Fuck you, Chicago. Slit your wrists in a warm bath, Dream Girls. Rent is for squeegee kids on suicide watch and women who play softball in combat boots. Such pandering, fuzzy-wuzzy cockgobbling. Sorry, musicals need their own category outside of Best Picture because they should barely even count as films. On a side note if you DO like musicals, "Everybody Says I Love You" isn't bad because they use only the on-screen actors' voices while singing, you find out people like Edward Norton are REALLY good singers. Oh my god... Schumacher's version of Webber's Phantom made me feel like I was being relentlessly vomited on with luxury. Fucking ridiculous....Emmy Rossum still shines through that monied garbage, though. She's possibly the best singer of any actor or actress in Hollywood.
I pretty much depise musicals, but I'd like to see Hamilton if it comes to town. I also despise rap. Go figure. Musical movies - the one about Bob Fosse, "All that Jazz". "It's show time!" Ooh, ooh! "The Producers". Who could forget the first time they heard "Spring Time for Hitler".