Sean Penn bravely took time out of his busy schedule of giving back massages to Hugo Chavez (or as Robert De Niro put it, "respectfully advising world leaders"), and managed to kill all of our Mickey Rourke Oscar dreams while simultaneously reversing Proposition 8 in the process. Hooray Sean Penn, you are truly a hero.
No Seriously, who knew Spicoli would grow up to be such a stick-in-the-ass buzzkill? Or as he put it, "I want to make it clear I know how hard I make it to appreciate me." By which he meant to follow with, "but no, seriously, you all should appreciate me. Appreciate me until it hurts."
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I mean, sure, maybe it was a better performance, but Sean Penn's career is one naked grab for Awards nominations after another in relatively safe pictures (call me when you work with Von Trier or some really crazy director). So it's kind of hard to feel excited for him, especially after he already stole Bill Murray's Oscar in 2004. Penn took the stage thanking all the, "Commie homo-loving sons of guns," like his award was some subversive breakthrough. Playing a gay man in a Gus Van Sant movie was subversive, say, circa My Own Privat Idaho, but this is post-Brokeback Hollywood and post-Good Will Hunting Van Sant.
Ok, maybe we don't hate Sean Penn that much (never mind, we totally do), but we really wanted to see Mickey Rourke win.
But, hey, Mickey's still got his BAFTA, Golden Globe, Independent Spirit, and National Society of Film Critics awards. So now he can look forward to a career of playing bad guys in blockbusters, while beating out Nick Nolte for parts in the indies. Meanwhile Sean Penn will continue his humorless march towards self agrandization.