The Oscar nominations were just announced and, I can't believe this, but Paris Hilton's The Hottie and the Nottie was completely snubbed. No best picture. No best actress for Paris. No best supporting actress for the nottie chick. Not even some bullshit token best original screenplay or best original song nomination. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Instead they nominated the usual slew of boring-ass prestige pictures: The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttknob (which should be sold as a cure for insomnia), Frost/Nixon (Ron Howard sucks balls), Milk (as in what I shot out my nose while watching this absurd film), The Reader (not the life-story of Denise Richards I'm guessing) and Slumdog Millionaire, which is about a bunch of dirty Hindus gouging each other's eyes out and going on game-shows. It's all just self-congratulatory bullshit anyways, Paris. Don't let it bother you.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Robbed
The Oscar nominations were just announced and, I can't believe this, but Paris Hilton's The Hottie and the Nottie was completely snubbed. No best picture. No best actress for Paris. No best supporting actress for the nottie chick. Not even some bullshit token best original screenplay or best original song nomination. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Instead they nominated the usual slew of boring-ass prestige pictures: The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttknob (which should be sold as a cure for insomnia), Frost/Nixon (Ron Howard sucks balls), Milk (as in what I shot out my nose while watching this absurd film), The Reader (not the life-story of Denise Richards I'm guessing) and Slumdog Millionaire, which is about a bunch of dirty Hindus gouging each other's eyes out and going on game-shows. It's all just self-congratulatory bullshit anyways, Paris. Don't let it bother you.
