The Oscar Screw-Up Makes 30-Somethings Re-Appreciate Dick Tracy
Am I the only one who thinks the producer guy was kind of a douche the way he snatched that card out of Warren Beatty's (aka Joe Biden clone) hand during the Oscar crap show? He already looked like he had one too many "rekindle that fire with Faye" Manhattans because some 50-year-old male accountant was too busy Twitter-whoring himself, you Jordy, have to propagate a non-existent "senior moment" with a flippant card snag? Dear sir, did Carly Simon write a ballad because of your yacht-sized ego or your trips to Saratoga where your horse naturally won? Didn't think so.
I haven't seen either Moonlight or La La Land, but I'm not cracking any case when I say Dick Tracy probably has them beat as far as quality entertainment. I'm sure neither would make 1990 me believe that the actors were literally acting everything out behind the screen or would cause me (meaning my parents since I was five at the time) to buy several action figures of Ryan Gosling. And even if Mattel was cagey enough to predict the future with plastic Goslings, they certainly wouldn't capture the essence of the man's quirky personality or his weird obsession with Disneyland.
The Academy suits had to have ass-reamed that accountant purdy good, but nothing compares to a "Big Boy" dress down: