Editorial note: This was originally going to post last night (you know, after the actual Oscars), but Cirque management had an early morning at the office (!) and something had to give. We hope you enjoy your snark day-old. Also, I’m not linking to every bloody dress that was trotted out last night, because I am lazy and the good people at E! Online & Go Fug Yourself don’t need my help.
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Thanks for joining Cirque management & friends, where we’re blogging(ish) the Oscars(ish). (Les, consider this your shout-out, darlin’!) As always, I’m shocked that they’ve let Ryan Seacrest out of the Little People Playset to host the Red Carpet for another year. Jesse, however, had other, more pressing issues in mind…
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Jesse: You couldn’t put on a real tux? Honestly, that’s what I wore to my first [client] meeting last week.
Pocket Seacrest’s first interview is Jennifer Lawrence.
Ang: I like it!
Katie: Yeah, it’s simple, but —
Jesse: BO-ring!
Katie: She’s 20! Cut her some slack!
Jesse: I didn’t fart her at all. She’s lucky.
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Ang: I love Kelly Osborne, but can we fart her hair?
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Pocket Seacrest interviews Melissa Leo.
Ang: I dislike her dress.
Jesse: That is SO fart-worthy, but I’m keeping the phone down.
Ang: Are you ever going to fart something?
Jesse: It’s early.
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Ang: I’m calling it now: nip-slip on Mila Kunis. It’s going to happen.
Pocket Seacrest: “What was the hardest part about the role?”
Mila Kunis: “Blah blah-dee blah…”
Jesse: Really? I would think her hardest role was as Jackie on That ’70s Show… Think about it. She had to kiss Fez.
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Jesse: Katie? Remember how the first time we met each other when we were watching the Oscars?
Katie: Mm-hmm.
Ang: Remember when it was 10 years ago exactly?
Jesse: Really?
Ang: Yup. Aw… I’m getting all verklempt.
Katie: ((throwing a look of disgust)) Please.
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Jennifer Hudson appears, conversation about Anne Hathaway’s awesome red dress halts.
Jesse: Jennifer Hudson, HELL-O!
Ang: No.
Jesse: Love it.
Katie: Not with the bow.
Ang: Hell no.
Jesse: LOVE IT!
Ang: The boobs. The hoisting. Oy. …Katie? Tie breaker? ((Katie plays Switzerland)) Wuss.
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Jesse: There’s Ruffalo…
Katie: Mmmmmm…
Jesse: But, but, but… The wife.
Katie: Oh, dear. She has, like, a shoulder pad involved… And a tail.
Jesse: She gets the first fart! Come on and get interviewed…
Ang: Oh, here she comes!
Jesse: ((giggles in anticipation))
Ang: That truly is a god-awful dress.
Fart machine: “Squeeeeeeeaaaaaaak!”
Jesse: Heeee!
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Camera catches Cate Blanchett arriving.
Ang: Oh. My. God. OHMYGOD.
Jesse: ((maniacal laughter))
Ang: Oh. My. God. She looks like a fucking Fabergé egg.
Jesse: She does! ((prepares fart machine))
Giuliana & Kelly Osborne tongue-bathe Cate’s dress.
Katie: They love it.
Jesse: ((pretends to throttle himself))
Katie: I’m going to go start dinner.
Jesse: If you need help, just holler…
Katie leaves the room. Jesse stretches out on couch.
Ang: Don’t you dare fall asleep.
Jesse: Are you kidding? Now I can fart with abandon.
Kelly Osborne: “Sharon Stone looks gorgeous…”
Jesse & Ang: Arrrgggh! The hair!
Fart machine: FART! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart!
Katie: ((from kitchen)) I can hear that!
Fart machine: …Fart!
Immediately afterward:
Marisa Tomei = 5 farts
Marisa Tomei’s earrings = 1 fart
Commercial break = 1 fart
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Helena Bonham Carter & Hillary Swank escape initial fart judgment because Jesse is playing Angry Birds.
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Enter Celene Dion
Ang: Oh, hell. Can we fart her, please?
Jesse: ((snorts)) Her dress is okay, though.
Ang: We can’t fart just her very presence?
Pocket Seacrest: “How do you maintain your figure blah-dee-blah?”
Jesse: “Well, Ryan, I eat babies. Tiny, tiny babies.”
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Oh, Nicole Kidman…
Kelly Osborne: ((hedging)) “I don’t know what to say about this…”
Giuliana: “Be honest, Kelly.”
Ang: Yes, Kelly, be honest. The dress is fugs.
Fart machine: Fart! Fart! Fart! Fart-fart-fart-fart-fart-fart! Fart! Fart! Fart!
Ang: Did you just fart Heart & Soul on the piano?
Jesse: ((creepy gremlin laugh))
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Sandra Bullock
Jesse: Ugh. Either get a pair of boobs, or don’t wear that dress. ((Fart-fart! Fart-fart! Fart-fart! ….Fart!))
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Gwynnie
Kelly Osborne: “I am a little bit obsessed with this dress.”
Jesse: Really?? ((Fart!))
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Montage of celebs being shown…
Celine Dion ((fart!)) Penelope Cruz ((fart, fart!)) Nicole Kidman ((fart, fart! … pause … fart!))
Jesse: That last one was for Keith Urban.
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Natalie Portman
Jesse: That’s a terrible dress, but you can’t fart a pregnant lady. The most awkward thing is she’s going to have to do the pregnant lady stand-up thing when she wins.
Ang: Maybe they’ll get her a hydraulic lift chair to make it easier.
Natalie Portman: “…and my jewelry is Tiffany.”
Jesse: Tiffany? Purple plastic earrings are Tiffany?
Close-up on the earrings
Jesse: But really, those earrings don’t look like Tiffany — they look like two of my graduation tassels. “All that hassle for these tassel earrings.”
Ang: Seriously, Jess, I really don’t hate the dress.
Jesse: … ((The rest of Jesse’s Portman-related rant has been redacted upon request, since he fears going to hell.))
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This concludes the fashion portion of tonight’s entertainment. Because we belonged to the decidedly NON-‘shroom-tripping crowd last night (*cough* Franco *cough*), there wasn’t much to report from the actual awards broadcast. In fact, the rest of the evening can basically be summed up as follows:
Jesse: Harry Potter! I pick Harry Potter to win all the awards!
Ang: ((reacting to some host-related ridiculata)) What the fucking fuck? …Did you know my mother thinks I swear too much?
Katie: ((clickety clackety worky-work-work)) Oooh, look at that! I got another one right!
Jesse & Ang: ((death glare))
Fart machine: FART!
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Thanks for playing, kids — see you in 2012!