Tonight is the Super Bowl of Filmdom, The Academy Awards. A night when America is spot-welded to the telivision as stars galore cram a size-10 ego into a size-6 evening gown all in the hopes of receiving a gold statuette that is as anotomically devoid as any Ken Doll.
We here at the theater are staging an Oscar party with the proceedings on the huge screen. I'll be relegated to the front of the house but will hopefully supply my own caustic reflections on the FilmThreat message boards with the rest of our wit-infused writers. Click here to hop over and read what a collection of culture-addled musers have to say about the movers of Burbank. We can do this because we have indie cred!