We return you to our celebrity guest-host Missi Pyle from Gone Girl (nominated today for 6 Critics Choice Awards)... at The Film Exp The Missi Experience. Just one more post after this gorgeously fun memoir. Enjoy - Editor
ME N OSCAR
The 84th Academy Awards. An Oscar Night Memoir
- by Missi Pyle
I just want to take a minute to talk about The Artist. Holy shit. What an incredible experience that was.
Tiny back story. I left LA in 2008. I had married this guy from Montana with a grizzly bear sanctuary. I bought a geodome in the woods in Montana and moved in with said Grizzly man. I truly don't know what I was thinking. I had made some decent money in the previous year and I thought I could act from Montana? (Spoiler! Only Michael Keaton and Jeff Bridges can act from Montana - I wrote a show about it) Anyway, the marriage didn't work out and I ran out of money and came crawling back to LA.
I randomly had auditioned for, gotten the part and shot the film The Artist. It was really an incredible experience. But in my wildest dreams I never imagined the ride it would take me on.
[OSCAR NIGHT AFTER THE JUMP...]
I was living in a rental in the bario of Echo Park with my little sis and all of the sudden I was getting invitations to go to every major awards show in 2012.
But I never got a plus 1. So I would borrow a gown and some diamonds and walk down the rickety steps of said rental to the waiting limo in my sketchy hood and run off to these fancy shows and then at midnight i'd turn into a pumpkin and get dropped off back at home.
BATH BEFORE
OSCAR NIGHT
My favorite experience was the night of the Oscars. I barely got an invitation. I think the only reason I really got invited to any of the shows was that the two stars were French and nobody knew them. And they just needed some semi-recognizable faces to get people to say...
Oh yeah. Thats the girl from the Parent Trap*.'
MY "TEAM"
SOME RANDOM CHICK IN THE BATHROOM 
ME N JAMIE C IN THE NOSEBLEEDS
ME AND ONE OF THE FRENCHIES
Anyway. We were told if the film won Best Picture we would all get to go onstage. Well we did win and I got on stage. And I was so floored. Tom Cruise walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek. It was so surreal.
Then the show ended. And The curtain came down. And literally. Boom. It was OVER. I remember the French, Berenice Bejo and Jean Dujardin and the director Michael Hazanavicious went one direction and Penelope Ann Miller, James Cromwell and myself stood and waited for someone to tell us what to do.
We waited for like 5 minutes and no one came. We started to panic looking for the press room. Finally some P.A. had mercy on us and took us through several back passageways ala Get Smart and we got there. It was literally like a mile away.
We took some photos. It was super cool but then I didn't have a ticket to the Governors Ball and someone was like, 'Wait here'. Which i did for like 15 minutes and then it became apparent everyone had just left.
I was all alone in the underbelly of the former Kodak theatre and I had no idea how to get out or where to go. I literally went back through the theatre, with my 6 inch heels slung over my back, went back to down the red carpet in reverse, and magically found my car. I happened to run into the Costume Designer Mark Bridges who had won an Oscar for his work in the film. He was a friend and he said 'Hey you wanna go to the Vanity Fair party?' And I said. 'Hell yeah. But I wasn't invited' And he pulled out his Oscar and said. 'I have this. It will get us into any party in town!'
So we went and partied all night. Then we did the TODAY Show at like 6 AM. It was magic. (I remember thinking it was such a ride that maybe I would be really let down when it was all over. But I literally still have a high from that night.)
ME, STILL IN DIAMONDS. PLUS DOGS
Guys I am so cool. And this is how it all ended.
At 7 AM I got home and got in bed. I had an audition for a pilot that day and I had to get some sleep. I literally slept in my diamonds. Until the buff dude from Chopard came and took them away
hahaha - The End.
*I was not in The Parent Trap. That is Elaine Hendrix. But literally once a week, someone tells me they loved me in The Parent Trap.