The Oscars don’t count for diddly-squat—well, actually they do, as will be
witnessed by my relentless succession of columns detailing every single aspect of them. But in the meantime, the annual Felix Awards deserve a little attention, as they unerringly capture what’s truly rotten and appalling about American culture at its most chunks-inducing. Really loud, annoying drumroll, please, as we announce the winners, whether they want the Felix or not:
LEAST LIKELY TO END UP ON THE SIDE OF A MILK CARTON (A/K/A MOST OVEREXPOSED): Charlize Theron, Joaquin Phoenix, Helen Hunt, Carson Daly and Tara Reid, Sarah Jessica Parker, Donato Dalrymple, Richard Hatch. Take a vacation, people! Start by staying home just one night! Watch yourselves on TV!
WHO WANTS TO MARRY A MULTI-MILLIONAIRE?: Not me. Just give me a poverty-stricken shlub without a restraining order.
LET’S PUT AN END TO: “A star-making performance.” As in “Barry Pepper gives a star-making performance in Battlefield Earth.” Please! Also, let’s have no more corny songs sung at movie funerals (“American Pie” in The Next Best Thing and “Na, Na, Hey, Hey [Kiss Him Goodbye]” in Remember the Titans). Even fictional farewells should not be used to sell soundtracks!
MOST HORRIFYING FINALE (don’t read this if you’d rather not have the plot twist of a movie ruined): The shocking closer of Robert Altman‘s gynecological comedy, Dr. T & the Women—even more of a jaw-dropper than the endings of Psycho, Thelma & Louise, and The Sixth Sense combined. It involved—get out your vomit bags—a loving close-up of a woman’s giant vagina giving birth in all of its life-affirming glory. Blechhhhhh!!!! Gag me! Make it go away! Make it drive off a cliff!
SIMILARLY, HERE’S WHY I CAN’T BRING MYSELF TO SEE THE VAGINA MONOLOGUES: I just can’t stomach anything with that word in the title. You know, monologues.
THAT DREAD MOMENT HAS ARRIVED: Madonna was on the cover of Good Housekeeping, and what’s worse, the cover line was “Madonna Grows Up—older and wiser, she talks about her wild past, her worst mistake, and why she’s trying to be an old-fashioned mom.” No!!!!! Make it go far away! Why have I lived this long?
MOST REPETITIVE DIALOGUE ABOUT MADONNA’S CHARACTER IN THE NEXT BEST THING: “You’re a great lay,” “You are the most beautiful woman I know,” “You’re not just a mother, Abbie, you’re beautiful,” ” . . . your fantastic body,” etc. All right, already, you’re so gorgeous you could make a gay guy like gynecology, OK?
WEIRDEST TONY AWARDS MOMENT: In her acceptance speech, Aida‘s Heather Headley, who won for playing a noble slave, said that she’d gladly work for Disney forever!
WHO’S ZOOMING WHO?: The Miami relatives of Elián González claimed that photos of the kid happily reunited with his dad were doctored—this from the people who’d just starred him in that whiny video in which he kept looking at them for direction! They all should head right to Sundance!
HONEST MISTAKES?: Hillary Clinton didn’t tip a diner waitress after being given a free breakfast (as a comp lifestyler, I happen to know you’re supposed to tip extra); Jennifer Lopez appeared on the cover of Talk cocking her fingers in a shoot-’em-up position (Puffy must have pistol-whipped her ass after that); critic Rex Reed forgot to pay for several CDs at Tower (and here’s the embarrassing part—they were Peggy Lee, Mel Tormé, and Carmen McRae); George W. Bush became desperate to stop manual recounts in Florida, even though he’d signed a law in Texas saying that was by far the best way to go (yeah, but he meant in Texas, not in Florida, right?); and on her dismal TV show, Dr. Laura Schlessinger gushed to a guest who said she was a professional note-taker for college athletes, “I’m really honored you have the courage to come here today.” But it really didn’t take a whole lot of courage, did it, since the woman turned out to be a staffer on the show. And the segment was about cheating! What a bunch of cheesy ‘hos!
WORST MOVIES: The Beach, Return to Me (I only saw the first half), Battlefield Earth (I only saw the first third), The Replacements (I only saw the first tenth), Coming Soon, Dinosaur, Quills, Urbania, Duets, Vatel, and any other piece of caca with a one-word title.
SOMETHING’S ROTTEN: I didn’t mind the Pepsi One product placement in the Ethan Hawke Hamlet, but I simply couldn’t abide it when Hawke said, “What a piece of work is a man.” They added the a! Will must have been rolling!
MOST UNAPPEALING PERFORMANCES: Gwyneth Paltrow in Duets (she did the misbegotten karaoke-as-a-way-of-life epic as a favor to Daddy, but managed to tarnish both their careers); Diane Lane in The Perfect Storm (with her nonstop sobbing, she out-showered the hurricane but unfortunately couldn’t drown out the dialogue); Al Gore‘s concession speech.
SAD FACT: The supposed troll on Queer as Folk is cuter than I am. But I have way more soul!
BY THE WAY, IF THE SCHINDLER’S FIST JOKE IN THAT SAME SHOWTIME SERIES SOUNDS A LITTLE FAMILIAR: It may be because you read it first in this column positively years ago. I’m mad as folk!
TWO THINGS I HATE ABOUT BEING A FREELANCE WRITER: Magazines that keep postponing running an article you’ve written, then say, “We can’t possibly go with this now because it’s so dated.” Also, magazines that completely rewrite your article to fit their style, then say, “We can’t possibly run this now because it doesn’t have enough of your voice in it.” But don’t get me started.
LIVIN’ LA VIDA REALLY LOCA: Studiously enough, practically every other word in Ricky Martin‘s hit songs was she. You know, “She bangs, she booms, she fucks, she sucks my dick, she does a mean salsa dance,” and so on. All right, girl, we get it!
DUELING HOLIDAY EXTRAVAGANZAS: A Very Jackie Christmas at the Slipper Room used a burlesque theme to make it clear that a transsexual’s naked snatch is the ultimate yuletide gift and the real snow this season is coke and lots of it. At Grove Street Playhouse, Christmas With the Crawfords—starring Joey Arias and Matthew Martin—trots out every familiar Mommie Dearest utterance (“Bring me the ax!”) with giddy high spirits and celebrity-impersonation drop-ins that transform the beloved holy day into a celebration of the real J.C.—Joan Crawford. Ho-ho-homosexuals love it!
LATE-BREAKING GOSSIP: Britney Spears and mom recently went shopping for decorative household items at a major downtown store. The verdict? “Bad taste.” Big shock!