Perhaps I've been a bit saturated by commercialism/product placement. When I saw everyone arriving on the red carpet holding umbrellas, I thought some company with an umbrella logo must have been donating money to Haiti. It didn't even occur to me that, hey, it's just raining.
Why can't Jenna Fischer EVER wear a dress that hugs her waist? Why? It's like she's perpetually trying to hide a four month baby bump.
Mariah Carey's cleavage is now so smutty and extreme that it looks like a butt.
Arnold Schwarzenegger presents at every one of these awards shows. I used to think it was because he's the govenorof the state they are held. Now I think it's some sort of sick test for anyone he's announcing, to see if they can handle him slaughtering their names. Avatar=Avidah. The best was three years ago, at the Oscars when he announced Bubble (Babel) and Bubbee (Bobby) consecutively. Huh?
Hmmm. Arnold has his native accent in every movie he's been in, even when the character is clearly not from Austria.
If I could be any celebrity's date to an awards show, it would have to be Antonio Banderas. He's whisper sweet Spanish nothings into my ear all night, never let go of my hand, pour me more wine, and dance with me to the only music we had--the speech cutoff music. Sex-ay!
On the other hand, it'd be fun to sit between the two celebrities most likely to heckle ferociously--Janeane Garofolo and Ellen Page. Who would win in a deadpan contest? I can't pick.
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