No way Banksy wins. He would over shadow the entire event, whether he showed or not. And, since there's no way he'd show, the story would be that the Oscars were snubbed.
Pff. George C. Scott told the Academy to fuck itself several times and they still handed him an Oscar for Patton. This was a bullshit call.
The dickhead who made Inside Job. What's that? Bankers are lying assholes? Color me shocked. Here's a fucking award. Blow me nine times on the moon.
That was before half of a movie's budget was marketing. The marketing department of a studio makes bigger creative decisions than the director. Who do you think decided on Meet the Fockers?
You know what, though? At this point, you'd think they'd be doing themselves a favor giving it to someone who'd chuck the statue at Hugh Jackman's head. This show becomes increasingly masturbatory every year. Show some balls. Throw a wrench into this handjob festival. Jesus Christ.
You're talking about people surrounded by publicists and yes men. Not exactly risk takers and mavericks.
And that's while I'll never be famous. Because I'd shit on the stage and kick the fresh hot poo right into George Lucas' face. Oh, he's in an opera box tonight? Doesn't matter. I'm the Pele of shit-punting. Fuck Hollywood.
Did you see Ricky Gervais at the Golden Globes? But let's face it, we won't be famous because we're not pretty/talented/OCD enough.
I'm so glad I just don't give a shit about the Oscars and won't watch it. Instead, I've got a big steak, a few friends over, some beer and wine, and we're watching the UFC fight from last night. I'm pretty sure that's as anti-Oscars as you can get.
To be complete anti-Oscars, you have to stop jerking it to Mila Kunis. Gotta take the good with the bad.
No problem there... I'm a Laura Prepon guy. Kunis does nothing for me. I did just watch a few episodes of Firefly this afternoon, though, and was very happy to realize that Saffron was played by Christina Hendricks. Spoiler