The Independent Spirit Awards did what the Oscars failed to do: give respect to Matthew McConaughey's rock hard ass cutlets. At yesterday's Independent Spirit Awards in Santa Monica, the Texas T-Rex won Best Supporting Actor for popping his bulge in a Speedo and throwing his charbroiled nalgas up in the air in Magic Mike. While accepting his award Matthew, who is still looking a lollipop-headed giraffe, let every actor know that if they want to win an Independent Spirit Award next year, they have to take all them panties off:
"I had to take my pants off to win a trophy, I had to drop trou to win an award. Fuck yeah!"
Sadly, the Independent Spirit Awards didn't honor the OTHER great performance of the year: Nicole Kidman's piss hole for letting out a Botox-infused pee stream on Zac Efron's body in The Paperboy.
The reboot of Jerry Maguire called Silver Linings Playbook pretty much swept that shit last night and picked up a bunch of trophies. Here's the list of winners:
Best Feature - Silver Linings Playbook
Best First Feature - Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being A Wallflower
Best Supporting Male Performance - The Texas T-Rex, Magic Mike
Best Supporting Female Performance - Helen Hunt, The Sessions
Best International Film - Amour
Best Female Lead Performance - Jennifer Lawrence, Silver Linings Playbook
Best Male Lead Performance - John Hawkes, Battery Dying
Best Screenplay - David O. Russell, Silver Linings Playbook
Best Cinematography - Ben Richardson, Beasts of the Southern Wild
Best Director - David O. Russell, Silver Linings Playbook
Best Documentary - The Invisible War
And here's a few pictures for you to put your eyes on. In order: Texas T-Rex with Camila Alves, Bradley Cooper (and yes, I stared at his baggy camel toe for at least an hour straight), Bryan Cranston, Laura Dern, Salma Hayek with her billionaire husband, Helen Hunt, Jennifer Lawrence, the new Jodie Foster, Aubrey Plaza, DanRad, new daddy Jeremy Renner (who let everyone know that the musky scent was coming from his crotch), Zoe Saldana, Andy Samberg with Joanna Newsom, the new Annie and Kerry Washington.
Justin Timberlake's main heartmate Andy Samberg tells The New York Times what all of us have already known. Andy has picked up his dick in the box and sashayed out the Studio 8H exit door right behind Kristen Wiig. Andy says that his contract was up and he felt it was time to move and spend his Saturday nights trying to make his natural curls more luscious with the help of rubber rods and curling custard (Side note: Those two things can also be used as substitutes for dildos and butt lube if you're looking for a quick thrill.)
“It’s an incredibly emotional and strange moment in my life. Obviously it’s not a huge shock, but I did officially decide not to come back. She (Kristen Wiig) kept saying it just feels like it’s her time. I connect with that. Something about it just feels like it’s the moment. My contract’s up and I did so much more than I ever thought I would ever even do.”
Andy will go on to star in a buddy movie with (insert the name of 2012's Queen Latifah here) and a few movies with (insert the name of 2012's Drew Barrymore here) before hosting his own late late late night show on NBC. If I missed anything, just look over the blueprint for Jimmy Fallon's career and fill in the blanks. But seriously, Kristen Wiig gets a huge ass goodbye party and what did Andy Samberg get? Maybe a party in the break room with chocolate cake from KFC? Actually, Andy's send-off sounds better, because who doesn't love chocolate cake that has been in a KFC fridge so long (because who buys chocolate cake from KFC) that it sort of tastes like chicken fumes and coleslaw.
Justin Timberlake on SNL is figuratively easier to swallow than Justin Timberlake NOT on SNL so I found him pretty entertaining last night. The slight shade thrown at Chris Kirkpatrick? The Liquorville sketch (which was a win for me since it starred giant bottles of booze)? That shit worked for me. And then Justin and Andy Samberg brought out their Color Me Vanilli characters to have a threesome with Lady Caca in the Digital Short.
They kept cooing out some shit like "It's not gay, if it's in a three-way," but I holehardonly disagree. I've been in some three-ways that were pretty damn gay. (FYI: I'm talking about the time my friends J.R., Scott and I played pastel Twister while getting drunk on Strawberry Hill daiquiris and listening to the Romy & Michele soundtrack. Okay, mom!)
In this shit, Caca sort of looks like a young Grandma Addams in a late night commercial for a 1980s singles chat line, so obviously I feel like this is her hottest look yet and she should definitely keep it. But she didn't and she won't. For her performance of Born This Way, bitch was back to her old HIGH-ART tricks. Caca strapped a Hefty bag ball to her body before breaking glitter all over an S&M delivery table. This is pretty much shot-for-shot what it looked like when John Travolta birthed out Baby Benjamin.
And here's Skunkdonna waving to her fans at the SNL after-party.