Skip to comments.Oscars Make Splash in the Sewer
Posted on 10/06/2012 5:41:30 AM PDT by IbJensen
Anyone in Hollywood who's dreamed of hosting the Oscars telecast never imagined that the qualifications would eventually include creating cartoon dogs that love "pukesicles" and cartoon babies that eat horse sperm for breakfast.
That crashing sound you heard was the collapse of the final vestiges of taste, civility, respect, decency whatever you want to call it - after the allegedly classy Oscar producers named "Family Guy" creator Seth MacFarlane as the host of the 85th annual Academy Awards next February. MacFarlane used to be the highest-paid sleaze ball in television. He is now the King of Hollywood.
Hollywood, bow to your king. Pick up your pukesicle and lick, lick, lick. You deserve each other.
The first-time producers of this new cultural low are Craig Zadan and Neil Meron, who both know something about dwelling in the gutter. They produced the outrageously fictional nonfiction movie, "The Reagans," that even CBS declined to run. Among other beauts, they made up a scene in which the president preached in the White House that AIDS sufferers deserved to "die in sin." The word "classy" is not in their political vocabulary.
They found their match in MacFarlane, who, during one Oscars interview, was asked if Obama would win the presidential race. "I think at this point, Obama can walk out with his penis out on stage and he'd still be able to win." Yes, Hollywood, your new king is that refined.
For his part, MacFarlane has tried to deny he was bringing a flame-thrower to Oscar tradition. "We're not going to turn the Oscars into 'Family Guy,'" he insists. But the descent from Bob Hope and Johnny Carson to Seth MacFarlane is from the clouds in the sky to the bowels of the sewer.
MacFarlane also joked that he hopes people don't remember he hosted Comedy Central's very mean-spirited Charlie Sheen roast. That was when he predicted Sheen would soon be dead, and read the personal obituary he'd written, declaring the actor was found dead in his apartment, then stopped. "I just kinda just copied Amy Winehouse's obituary," he said. Then he added: "I only had to change three things: the sex of the deceased, the location of the body, and the part that says 'a talent that will be missed.'"
This is the Oscar producers' definition of "new and fresh." It's about as fresh as something that's curdled in the back of your refrigerator unnoticed since the 1990s.
On the Sunday before MacFarlane was crowned King of Hollywood, "Family Guy" premiered on Fox with a plot that had the whole Griffin family competitively climbing Mount Everest. It was so tiring that Peter, the "family guy," vomited, but his eruption froze immediately at the high altitude. Peter then asked Brian the talking family dog if he'd like a "pukesicle," and Brian gratefully replied, "I would love a pukesicle."
Violent death is another standard formula for laughs. Trying to keep warm on the mountain, Baby Stewie imagined a gambling run in Las Vegas. When it went bad, he imagined strangling a showgirl in the bathtub with the cord of her hair dryer.
Then on "American Dad," Roger, the effeminate space alien, found himself having a nervous crush on Hayley, the college-aged daughter of the title character Stan. Since it made him nervous to talk to her, he shot her dead. Ha. Ha.
This notion of hilarious death even extended to the commercials. The liberal group, Rock the Vote, asked MacFarlane to make a public service announcement for voter registration that ran during MacFarlane's shows. Stan, the "American Dad," and Brian, the "Family Guy" dog, touted voting before they started insulting each other. Stan called the dog "a whiny, sanctimonious liberal voice that wants to get illegal aliens free hair gel and heroin," and the dog called Stan a "trigger-happy conservative weasel-faced hate spigot" and then Stan shot the dog dead. He bled on the floor as Stan urged people to vote.
MacFarlane's target audience is clearly modeled after a coarse and twisted 12-year-old boy. One of the "gags" on "American Dad" had Stan wanting to buy an incredibly wasteful SUV that ran on carbon, oxygen and potassium the "Hummie C.O.K. Guzzler." His wife then lamely added, "Wouldn't it be cleaner if they added another carbon molecule before the potassium? Then it would guzzle C.O.C.K."
You have to wonder McFarlane keeps his costs low by paying his writers with used PlayStation games, Slurpees and McDonald's coupons. McDonald's and other large corporations (Dodge, Toyota, even Domino's Pizza) keep fanning the flatulence beneath MacFarlane's wings.
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The last time I watched the Oscars was when Ben Hur won.
I was thinking a similar thing, last time I watched was Bob Hope’s last time hosting.
I might be going to this for the 1st time but I think the only thing that is going to be fun is the after parties.
We’ll have a limo and bounce between em all and end up back at the Four Seasons where I’ve done after parties before.
Just never been to the actual Oscars.
That sounds exciting. Hopefully Seth MacFarlane will show his appreciation for “old” Hollywood and give a decent performance.
America has been in the sewer for a while now. The only problem is the constant adjustment needed to cope with the increasing smell.
Black heliocopters are now circling my compound.
No, the article says "next February." I follow the FR live thread of the "pre-show" sometimes, to see the dresses as the attendees walk by.
Take the ravishing Nicole Kidman. Her latest movie, "The Paperboy", being released this week, has gathered attention and notoriety from Hollywood to Cannes for a scene in which she urinates on her co-star, Zac Efron.
Said a movie critic, "She looms over his supine body (he's just been stung by a jelly fish) and cries out, 'If anyone's gonna pee on him, it's gonna be me', and then squirts an impressive shower of urine over his face and chest."
Kidman didn't think the scene was "weird" because "I was in character when I did it."
I won't be watching the Oscars this year....but then, I haven't watched this exhibition of dullness and no-names since the exciting stars of yesteryear (the Rita Hayworths and the John Waynes) shuffled off this mortal coil.
Actually, I'm a dedicated classic movies afficionada despite, not because of, the Oscars.
Haven’t watched the Oscars for years: bunch of self-absorbed jerks self-congratulating each other in a giant circle jerk. A slicker version of “The Adult Film Awards” in “Boogie Nights”. Even worse, the Oscars are boring and pathetically not funny.
It is possible that MacFarlane could breath a bit of life back into this morbid affair, almost certainly better than wheeling out a hundred year old Billy Crystal in a wheel chair again for the umpteenth time. Still, if Oscar drones write macFarlane’s material rather than MacFarlane writing his own material, the result is likely to be as cringe-worthy as any earlier Billy Crystal Oscar performance.
I think the best clothes are at the Oscars, because the designers know that will get them the most exposure.