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*  The following thoughts are opinions, and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of Daniel Roberto De Cespedes or the FOC, but many of them are pretty damn amusing anyway.

OSCARS OR ASCO

From salon.com

This was the Oscars that begged the question: Does Jay-Z own the Accounting
Firm PricewaterhouseCooper? Because that's the only explanation I could come
up with for that joyless, airless, tense, inhuman ordeal of a Beyoncé
concert.

I am 100 percent for high color contrast -- this is the only year on record
I'm not complaining that there weren't enough people of color -- but it
seemed like there was a strangely large and disproportional amount of brown
folks in the audience. This was like Oscar Goes to Inner City Public High
School. There were African-Americans in the audience that had nothing to do
with the film industry this year, at all. I mean, Jay-Z -- OK, he's the new
Sun King -- he appears to have eaten Jack Nicholson whole and taken over his
seat. Also, he had to keep a proprietary eye on his girlfranchise, Beyoncé.
But Oprah? P.Diddy? Prince? Lou Gossett Jr.?! They even snuck some Whoopi in
there. I mean, it just looked forced -- an aggressive chocolate-coating on
the audience.

Cate Blanchett looked put-upon and squirmy, winning the Best Supporting
Oscar for her Hepburn impression. Cate is great, but most people agree that
there are eight drag queens in any major urban area who can do a better
Hepburn.

Oscar could not bring himself to let these dirty little crew people onstage,
perhaps out of some Howard Hughes-like-phobia that non-celebrity is
contagious. Blanchett and Scarlett Johansson presented the Lesser Awards on
various handicap ramps in the auditorium; a subtle semiotic way for the
Academy and PricewaterhouseCooper to say, to Makeup Artists and Sound
Editors, Crawl back to Culver City and fuck yourselves for sucking precious
camera time away from Renee.

The lowest point of the evening -- which was actually the high point,
because it was the only thing that sucked hard enough to be actually
interesting -- was Hispanic Korner, where all the Latinos were quarantined.
Salma Hayek and Penelope Cruz, representing the beeg teets of Meheeco and
Espain, introduced the one musical number that didn't feature
Beyoncé.....which shall henceforth be known as "¡Banderas! : The
Unquenchable Thirst for Shame."

