Manolo says, last night the most super fantastic stars of the Hollywood appeared in public for the handing out of the Oscars.
In the general the Manolo he was pleased to see that the stars they dressed in a glamourous fashion befitting their station (Unlike, say, at the Awards of the Spirit of the Independents, whose participants they were dressed so barista bohemian casual that the Manolo found himself wanting to ask many of them to fetch him the low fat/skim mocha double cappuccino, and make it quick, the Manolo he is the busy man.)
Overall, however, last night there were alomst none of the grotesqueries of the fashion that have in the past caused the Manolo to do the spit take.
Still there were the few of the stars whose “get-ups” require the closer scruitny.
Manolo says, yes, the dress it was awful, but the Manolo he does not want to make fun of the poor Melanie, as not only is she wearing the cast on the leg, but it is plain to the Manolo that the Melanie she is peddling as fast as she can to hang onto that super fantastic man of hers.
Manolo says, Behold! The Little Goth Mermaid.
Manolo says, the sad desperate cry for the attention.
Manolo asks, who is the dull woman and why does she appear to believe that she is the shizznit?
Manolo says, the Manolo he has the rule, if you are the Johnny Depp, or the Marlon Brando, or the Russell Crowe, or the Daniel Day Lewis, you are the genius and are entitled to wear whatever you want, however ridiculous, without the petty carping of the Manolo.
Of the course, this mention of the actors of the genius, it brings up the conspicuous failure of the Academy to recognize the genius of the David Hasselhoff.
At the least the Hasselhoff he should have been nominated in the catagory of the award for the best supporting actor, for his masterful return to the big screen in The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie. This injustice, it has left the Manolo angry and confused, and convinced him that the justice it may never be served.0