It's all over but for the Oscars finding their place in the expansive homes of the winners: night stand treasure? fireplace mantle trophy? foyer bragging spot? bathroom door stopper? personal office knick knack? - Just a little something to brighten the room. Or each room if you're Robert Richardson or Meryl Streep. Oh and the fashion. We haven't discussed the fashion yet.
NATHANIEL: Welcome back to the red carpet lineup, Kurt, Jose and readers. I type this with my eyes half open. It's been a long season. I actually feel like someone's train, just dragging along the ground. Though with less grace.
Carry me with you Penelope!
JOSE: You need to smoke/drink/inhale whatever Jean Dujardin's been on since November
KURT: My guess is it was that toddlers and tiaras concoction.
Nathaniel: Ohhhh Dujardin. If I could tap dance to revive my flailing career, I would
Jose: just teach Monty a few tricks, grow a 'stache and you're set! If not you can ask Super Gwynnie to help you. Yay super Gwynnie!
Kurt: Paltrow gets my Best Dressed in a walk. and did she ever walk. I'm just in love with super gwynnie. Damn those cape haters!
Nathaniel: Quoth Edna "NO CAPES!"
Nathaniel: I was trying to think of a superhero name for her but all I came up with was "Goop Girl. Able to leap the Atlantic in a single bound."
Jose: ugh I am so happy that we all agree on Gwyn for once, I always stick up for her, even when she does crazy ass stuff
Kurt: And this is so the year of the bracelet.
Jose: Lynda Carter must be pissed they're stealing her decades old thunder.
Nathaniel: Big wrist-hiders. Somewhere Natalie Wood is smiling down from heaven.