The Awards of the Academy!
Manolo says, ayyyyyy! This was perhaps the most boring Awards of the Academy ever! All of the ladies were in red, all of the gentlemens in black, all of the Jon Stewarts in tedious.
But, fear not, dear friends, there is some small grist for our celebrity mill.
For the example…
Ms. Wilma Flintsone and her richly deserved award.
Vision of the future red carpet, circa 2035 AD, Mr. Tom Cruise and Ms. Katie Holmes.
Best Actor Nominee, Mr. Mole.
Finally, the Manolo has the suggestion for next year’s master of the ceremony, someone whose lively personality and ready wit would undoubtedly make for the ceremony one no one would ever forget…
February 25th, 2008 at 2:09 pm
Still, you have to admit, that is a lovely frock coat on Mr. Mole, and of a quality rarely seen these days.
February 25th, 2008 at 3:04 pm
So where are the million dollar shoes on Diablo exactly?
February 25th, 2008 at 3:12 pm
OMG I just followed that link. Busey is CRAZY! Poor Jennifer Garner.
February 25th, 2008 at 4:18 pm
hahaha! excellent post.
February 25th, 2008 at 4:19 pm
When you say that Mickey Rooney has more class and talent, you actually mean no class or talent, right? I know he’s from another generation and blah, blah, blah, but it’s hard to overlook his oh-so-nuanced (racist) portrayal, in yellowface (!), of Mr. Yunioshi in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s,” and his wonderfully sensitive description of African Americans as, what was it again? Colored? Negro?
However, if you’re trying to say that Tom has less than no class, then I understand completely. It’s so hard to determine tone online.
February 25th, 2008 at 5:37 pm
Viggo’s frock coat brings all the girls to the yard.
February 25th, 2008 at 7:31 pm
Ahem, Manolo…I believe it is *Kate* Holmes, not *Katie.* Watch yourself. Tom might see your error.
February 25th, 2008 at 7:54 pm
Mr. Mole has neo-victorian hotness. He looks like the stern but jolly upper-middle class family man of the later part of the previous-previous century, the sort that takes coffee in a cafe with his friends and supports his daughter as she breaks into university. And he paints.
February 25th, 2008 at 8:25 pm
That’s not Wilma Flinstone, that’s Betty Rubble.
February 25th, 2008 at 8:34 pm
Good grief! Is he drunk, high or pulling a “Margo Kidder?”
February 25th, 2008 at 8:38 pm
I certainly wouldn’t say no if Viggo offered me a quick frock.
February 26th, 2008 at 7:32 am
With Mr Mole, it is not the outside what matters, it is what is on the inside. Like good books and wine.
February 26th, 2008 at 9:09 am
Good post. : )