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The next day, Jackson generously did a two-hour Alice Tully Hall-via-satellite Q&A, the tireless stars joining him in person halfway through, no doubt en route to Middle-earth (or at least Cleveland). My Elijah discussed how the hobbits were made to look small"One trick is knee-walking," he explained, demonstrating the effect I've been practicing for yearsand co-star Bernard Hill said his own image has gotten so tiny that a mini-him is stuck way inside a merch candy egg. ("I love the idea that someone has to lick off a lot of chocolate to get to me.") It was big of Hill to also note that the temper-prone Viggo Mortensen "does kind of fly off." Best of all, Sean Astin admitted that he stuck his own hobbity head into one of Sir Ian McKellen's close-ups as a desperate gag. "No, no, no," said the Brit icon. "So I turned it into a love scene complete with a kiss!" said Astin, laughing. (Knee-walking, however, did not ensue.)
Astin turned up as a last-minute presenter at the New York Film Critics Circle Awards at Noche to blow smooches at The Triplets of Belleville and gush, "I just saw 20 minutes of it, and I loved it!" Another weird moment had House of Sand and Fog author Andre Dubus III honoring that film's Shohreh Aghdashloo with "the 2003 National . . . OK, where are we? The 2003 New York Film Critics Award." But then the mishaps slowed down and some joy started, with presenter Quentin Tarantino acting out of his gourd, but fun, and winner Eugene Levy admitting he thought he'd sunk A Mighty Wind with his bug-eyed performance, especially since the cast was shunning him and director Christopher Guest looked mortified.
Left to my own devices, I nabbed some one-on-one interviews amid the goony glory, the celebs providing the wings beneath my mighty wind-passing. So, what did American Splendor's Paul Giamatti think of the Best Picture, Lord of the you know? "I haven't seen any of them," he admitted. "I don't want to have all those faces in my head. I've got to reread the books first." Was Sofia Coppola jumping up and down when she won Best Director? "I don't think jumping up and down, but I was excited," she replied. "I woke up my parents!" Has any Hollywood creepo asked Aghdashloo to shorten her name for more marquee value? "No, thank God!" she exclaimed, looking panicked. More importantly, does Aghie know how attractive she looksthough then again I'm "that way"? "What difference does it make?" she exulted. "We're all human beings appreciating each other's beauty!"
Does Capturing the Friedmans director Andrew Jarecki think Jesse Friedman is innocent? "No one gave me credible evidence that he's guilty," Jarecki said. "If it was a shoplifting case, it would have been thrown out right away because of the quality of the police work." Icky segue, but what about Jacko's situation? "The fact that he's a weird character doesn't mean he's guilty of horrendous crimes," he said. True, or I'd be making license plates and dodging broomsticks up my ass as we speak.
By the way, the most humbling thing about winning an award for brilliant film work is being faced with a lineup of chocolate-egg-for-brains journos saying stuff like, "Hi, I'm Bambi from In Touch. Who designed your shoes?"
Moving on, I'm Amber from Pus Weekly, and since it's already been the best year in gossip since last year, kindly let me put my tongue back in my mouth and recap it all before it melts. First off, Britney Spears's nutty marriage stunt showed the absurdity of the right-wing's clinging to the supposed sanctity of the marital institution, which allows inebriated jokesters the right to wed for a weekend goof, while devoted same-sexers who've been together for decades can't cement it for the remainder of a lifetime! (But you knew that already.)