All the usual suspects are scrambling for Oscars, hoping a trophy will lend some validation to their grasping careersbut meanwhile, you can't even give away the Felix Awards! These salty salutes to shamepresented by me, for me, about meare so universally despised that people practically take ads in the trades withdrawing themselves from consideration. But I still feel the pressing need to dole these babies outit's an annual tradition, sort of like putting razor blades in Halloween applesand this year, I'll even skip the opening number (another of those insipid Randy Newman ditties about the importance of friendship with anyone) to get right to the ignominy-celebrating hoo-ha. And so, this year's freakin' Felixes go to . . .
Most Ill-Conceived Headline: The Daily News ran a story detailing how some African American activists were getting a chance at City Council positions. The head? "Activists Get Shot at Office."
Kookiest Column Idea: New York Post scribe Victoria Gotti debuted with a Father's Day ode to her dad, John, gushing about all the marvelous values and ethics he's instilled in her through the years. Any arguments?
Another Lousy Idea: The insistence of all those who recently came out with shitty cabaret shows, crappy CDs, and rotten theater pieces, that they were somehow striking great blows for freedom. These deeply untalented people invoked our need to carry on in the wake of September 11 and the importance of expressing yourself as a way of defying the terrorists while ringing bells for democracy. Yes, that is incredibly importantbut sorry, folks, you're not.
Oh, Here's Something Else I Really Hate: When people who moved to L.A. because they basically couldn't afford New York start preaching about how "you really should relocate here. It's so much more livableand you get a backyard." No, dear, I'm successful.
Weirdest Turn of Events: Tom Cruise sued a male porno star for allegedly saying in an obscure French magazine that he had an affair with Cruise. Tom just wanted to make a statement, and as a result, we now all know about the male porno star!
The Porn Star's Response to the Ruling That Cruise Must Pay the Porn Star's Ex-Wife's Court Costs (the result of another messy lawsuitdon't ask): "My first reaction was, 'You go, girl!' It's about time the bullying stops." (You go, girlbut wait, the porn star has an ex-wife?)
Celebs Who Spent Time in Various Forms of Rehab: Let's seeburpthere was Ben Affleck, A.J. McLean, Robert Downey Jr., and Paula Poundstone, not to mention Mariah Carey's stay in a mental clinic. And like an idiot, I'm still searching for famous people in nightclubs.
My, Things Happen So Quickly Here: After about a week in the institution, Mariah popped out of her straitjacket with the intention of promoting her various projectsbut she was only in the establishment because of her relentless drive and overbearing workload! Sorry, butterfly, but even in these rapid-fire times, a breakdown isn't resolved in 15 minutes on the way to a Barbara Walters special. Fortunately, a professional forced the woman back into submission for a few more weeks. The promo probably wouldn't have helped poor Glitter much anyway.
Worst Movies: The Million Dollar Hotel, Someone Like You, Town & Country, Moulin Rouge, Planet of the Apes, Swordfish, Glitter, Ocean's Eleven, Charlotte Gray, The Majestic (a/k/a Hail the Conquering Patch Adamsthough I only made it halfway, at which point I suffered a life-threatening treacle attack), Crocodile Dundee in Los Angeles (I didn't see that one at all, but can't you just imagine?)
Best Movies: Southern Comfort, Waking Life, Ghost World, Gosford Park, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, The Man Who Wasn't There, L.I.E. (until it got soft), Under the Sand, Monsters, Inc., Monster's Ball, Funny Girl (rerelease)
Worst Performances: Estella Warren in Planet of the the Apes, Timothy Dalton in American Outlaws, everyone in Glitter and The Majestic, Gary Condit's kids on Larry King Live, Tim Burton claiming he started going out with Helena Bonham Carter after he dumped Lisa Marie, Dubya presiding over the Chanukah menorah lighting
The Gary Condit/Connie Chung Tango: "Did you sleep with Chandra?" "I've been married for 34 years . . . " "Did you sleep with Chandra?" "I've been married for 34 years . . . " "Did you sleep with Chandra?" "I've been married for 34 years . . . "
Robert Blake's Big Booboo: As a loving husband who supposedly left wifey by a dumpster, only to come back and, to his horror, find her brutally murdered, he probably shouldn't have had lawyers immediately slime the woman as a small-time con artist and sleazeball detested by millions. That didn't exactly reek of sincere bereavementbut hey, what do I know? I haven't been married for 34 years.
Exqueeze Me?: Giuliani's divorce lawyer, Raoul Felder, angrily called Donna Hanover a press whore. That's like the pot calling the kettle a press whore!
Most Misleading Advertising: The molto Italiano commercials for the Olive Garden ("When you're here, you're family"). PleaseI've seen gutters swarming with rats eating discarded pizza that were more lively and authentic, and way more welcoming.
Slay Bells Ring: The best Christmas show since Charlie Brown's was the Jackie Factory's A Very Jack the Ripper Christmas at the Slipper Rooman all-diva revue set in Ripper-torn England, replete with all the fear, denial, exploitation, and mayhem of today's New York. From Jessica Rabbit's saucy "Daddy Wouldn't Buy Me a Bow Wow" to the Butoh Rockettes' glacial, androgynous opium-den dance to the music-hall cavortings of Hattie and Lavinia, and beyond, it sleighed me.
Ex-Rated Entertainment: Three flamboyant male directors got hitched to women, while former ambis Hunter Tylo and Anne Heche also found members of the opposite sex. Don't worrywe'll convert 'em back.
The Year in Queer Cinema: A Beautiful Mind sliced out the bisexuality, Iris played it down, Piñero diminished the gay stuff and cut out the AIDS, and a Shipping News character turned lesbo after being raped by her brother. And you wonder why everyone stayed home and watched Queer as Folk.
My Top Three New Drag Names: Nan Tuckit, Robin Banks, Helena Handbasket
Did They Catch bin Laden?: No, but they nabbed Winona Ryder.
Taliban Theme Song: (to the tune of "Candy Man") "Who can take the women/put them out of view/Really treat you bad if you're a gay or you're a Jew?/The Taliban. The Taliban can . . . "
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