Steve McQueen fake clapping for John Ridley’s Oscar.
He could have been fake clapping for the whole show, it was so boring.
At least Seth MacFarlane had a decent crack last year.
Read Richard Brody on the The Sad Corporate-Pizza Oscars.
The nadir was the pizza; the synthetic spontaneity of the non-event brought to mind Andy Kaufman, whose genius I miss all the time and whose ability to mesh the nostalgic bathos of a pizza party with the edge of chaos would have made him a formidable, historic Oscar host. And to top off the pizza’s unfunniness came DeGeneres’s passing of the hat to pay for it, about which Emily Gould aptly tweeted, “amounts of money that are consequential to most people mean nothing to us, they are literally a joke! ha ha ha.”
It should have been hosted by Guillermo
Oh and if you watch this loop too many times it messes with your brain.
Check John Travolta butchering Idina Menzel’s name
(but I love how he says ‘wickedly’)