King Kong, in 1933, did NOT win the Oscar for Best Picture.
Are you kidding me?
In 1933 if I saw on the magic screen a giant ape climbing the Empire State Building and PUNCHING OUT AIRPLANES my life would've been forever changed.
What in 1933 could have possibly been more amazing than that?
Blows my mind, man.
What did win? A Noel Coward flick. And look, I can dig that. Noel Coward brings the dramatic funk.
A GIANT APE FIST PUNCHING AIRPLANES!
OUT OF THE SKY!
It's one small part of why I hate the Oscars.
It's also why everyone in the universe loves a giant fucking ape, too.
CHINATOWN (1974)
Jack Nicholson did not win best actor for the role of noir, sarcastic, kick ass detective Jake Gittes. No, Art Carney won for playing a dude on a road trip with his cat.
Seriously, Oscars?
Fuck you.
Also, Al Pacino was up for some sequel flick about someone's Grandpa.
Oh, Godfather 2.
Fuck you, Oscars.
ALSO: Only 6 more Guinea Pig Theatres to go. I AM going to be compiling a book. I'm hoping for less than $30. If you want in on it, it'd be nice to let me know so I can prepare for it.
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