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The Academy has one job tomorrow: call David Letterman and apologize as if he just caught them in bed with his wife.

You can be ironic, you can be too clever by half, hell, I’ll even allow for you to be as sexist and misogynistic as you need to be, but you have to be entertaining.  And the twenty seconds I spent last week with my doctor elbow-deep in my ass checking out my prostate health?  Was funnier than anything Seth McFarlane said or did the entire night.  Proof, if any were needed, that his entire career is a demonstration of the old saw that “somebody has to make humor for the mentally challenged.”

Still, Argo.  Mad love, folks. Like I said, this movie will make it make sense to people under 40 how it was that Reagan just fucking cleaned house on Jimmy Carter…hell, I’ll probably own it at some point.  I couldn’t be more pleased for Ben Affleck, who may turn out a better director than he was a writer/actor…and even if he is Big Blue, I love Clooney with the shit-eating grin and the pro-wrestler girlfriend and busting open the miniature right there in the audience…and standing back with a proud smile letting the other guys have the moment when it’s time to accept.  Nobody in Hollywood looks like they have more fun than Clooney, and he gets full marks as producer of Ocean’s Six. ;]

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