As we come down to the wire on Pelosi’s government-run health care bill, look for the left to trot out every possible relic of more prosperous times in a desperate attempt to pass this thing (or at a minimum avoid reading it).  Thus, it’s hardly a surprise Ex-President Josiah Bartlet, the greatest statesmen of our time, as well as Ex-First Lady Betty Rizzo decided to put their 100% approval ratings among likely voters who approve of Martin Sheen and Stockard Channing on the line to support the cause of rationed care.  Bartlett, like so many other Democrat ex-politicians, can’t seem to take the hint that a graceful exit is far preferable to wearing out your welcome.  

As is customary in these celeb health care PSAs, the fake ex-President and fake ex-First Lady don’t offer those of us with more modest incomes the reassurance that they will be accepting this “public insurance option” they so boldly tout over their cushy Screen Actors’ Guild (or comparably comprehensive) plans, rendering themselves, to quote on Holden Caulfield, “phonies.”

Consider this reason #2 trillion this bill needs to go down.

There has been a rumor floating around that Fred Armisen is intentionally, perhaps at the behest of the NBC powers-that-be, making his Obama impersonation as inaccurate and unfunny as possible. With that in mind, consider this phoned-in sketch exhibit number 47 in “The People vs. Saturday Night Live.” (NOTE: The only thing that makes the Big Hollywood editorial staff reluctant to investigate further is that the rest of the show isn’t much funnier.)

Also:
-Why doesn’t SNL ever direct Armisen to look back and forth at two teleprompters like Obama does every time he gives an address? Seems pretty obvious, no?

-Of course, “It looks like the CNN fact-checkers will be busy again this week.”

-Once again, SNL takes a shot at Obama’s economic team, but no barbs are thrown at Obama himself.

Patrick Courrielche reported on the call this morning:

Kalpen Modi, Associate Director of the White House Office of Public Engagement, was to represent the White House and key representatives from the National Endowment for the Arts were also to participate.

Did you catch that? Kalpen Modi is the given name of the actor known as Kal Penn.

Naturally, Penn’s decision to leave a co-starring role on Fox’s hit series “House” and perhaps delaying the release of “A Very Harold & Kumar Christmas” garnered due media coverage.  Some at Big Hollywood felt it premature to cast judgment at that point despite the implications of an increasingly blurred line between entertainment and politics. Still, while actors have been known to run for office, leaving the red carpet for the red tape of government bureaucracy was, in retrospect, fishy.

While Penn bided his time, waiting for an opportunity to parlay his Hollywood chops into a victory for the administration, this NEA story began to unfold and now we’re at a point where George Will wondered aloud on This Week if the NEA has broken any laws.

So the question is, what did Kumar know, and when did he know it?

Was coordinating a transformation of the NEA into a propaganda arm of the Obama Administration his role from Day 1?  Was this a plan of attack handed down from the President himself?

An appeal to the cult of personality is an essential ingredient to this adminstration’s success, and using Kumar to sell the Obama agenda to the arts community on behalf of the White House is worthy of our ire.

The Kumar story emerges on the day Obama addressed students, complete with lesson plan (a repeated theme in the lesson is “What is the president asking me to do?”).  Moreover, just last week Ashton Kutcher’s “I Pledge” video resurfaced in a public school (to parental outrage) where Kutcher and a motley crew of celebrity activists “pledge to serve our President.”

Whether or not Obama actually coordinated with Kutcher, Demi Moore, and the Asian Guy from MadTV to make that video is not the point–after all, Obama might not have been able to fit them into his schedule between golfing and brunch with will.i.am—but Kumar works for him… and for us. He ought to be held accountable.

A historical trend exists in totalitarian states where art lionizes its leadership, while in free states art holds power accountable.  Same goes for the mainstream press.  Given Obama and Kumar’s NEA strategy, it is clear that with regards to the arts world, we are headed down a path where the state’s influence spreads wider than it ever has, and the man with the most information might be the one who just passed the blunt.

Color me a narc, but let’s bring him in for questioning.

MTV ran this headline today: ‘Rush Limbaugh Responds To Jay-Z’s ‘Off That’ In Graphic Detail’

A network’s that’s spent two decades lining its pockets selling vulgar sex to young people calling anything “graphic” is patently absurd. Here’s what Rush said on his show regarding rapper Jay-Z:

I’m now in a rap tune by the famous rapper Jay-Z. I would remind the rapper Jay-Z: Mr. Z, it is President Obama who wants to mandate circumcision.  We had that story yesterday; and that means if we need to save our penises from anybody, it’s Obama.  I did not know I was on anybody’s balls, either.

“Penises” and “balls” qualifies as “graphic detail”? For MTV? Rush is of course referencing the possibility the Obama administration will mandate circumcision for all baby boys.  But let us not forget Mr. Limbaugh’s quote is in response to a song where he’s asked to remove himself from The Jigga Man’s scrotum and testicles:

Jay-Z: Please tell Bill O’Reilly to fall back/ Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls…

As a bonus flashback, check out this post from Andrew Breitbart on Jay-Z’s song “My President Is Black,” which Jay-Z wrote with Young Jeezy for Obama’s inauguration:

Neva thought I’d Say this shit baby I’m good
You can keep ya Puss,
I don’t want no More BUSH
No More War, No More Iraq
No More White LIES, My President is BLACK

For some real “graphic detail” fun, here are the NSFW (unless you work for MTV) lyrics to Jay-Z’s single “Fuck All Night” … posted at MTV without so much as an “explicit lyric” warning.

A key objective, if not the objective of the Big Hollywood blog is to illustrate that pop culture drives politics and not the other way around.  Sometimes that case makes itself.  Take a look at this AP article:

Rapper Pitbull, whose chart-climbing songs have made him a bilingual favorite, was honored Wednesday with the key to Miami—an accomplishment he said officially cemented his title as “Mr. 305.”…

The Cuban-American performer and Miami native, whose real name is Armando Christian Perez, was presented with the key by Miami Commissioner Thomas Regalado during the morning ceremony.

“Pitbull not only lives in Miami, but he’s been traveling the country and the world sharing a positive message of Miami,” Regalado announced. “So, we should honor not only the dignitaries that visit, but those individuals who make a positive impact on the city.”

Who is this Pitbull character, you ask?  For starters, he is a rapper, he’s also a thug (he famously punched out a fan at a concert), but more importantly, he is probably someone who wouldn’t want me writing a blog post about him (I’m an NRA Lifetime Member–membership replete with “balls”).

He was given the key to the city of Miami because he is “sharing a positive message” with the world about the city.  I think that message can be best illustrated with the lyrics to his song called “305 Anthem,” named for the Miami-Dade County area code:

It’s that little Chico Pitbull

[Chorus]
I’ll ride for my muthafucking click! For my click!
I’ll die for my muthafucking click! For my click!
I bust heads with my muthafucking click! With my click!
If a nigga talk shit, Watch my shit go click!
Click, click, click, click!

…

PITBULL Nigga, I’m that Monster!
DB, them Chico’s is Monsters!
Lil’Jon, that Nigga is a Monster!
Everybody in the click is well equipped
Ready for Pit to take over shit!
This here is not a game…
This here is our lives…
We can’t fuck this up…
We gotta get it right…
If you wit us and you ready for war
Then let’s Ride!!!
LET’S show ‘em how we do in the south
Kick in they door, run in they house
Since them boys think they spit fire
Fuck It! Put the gun in they mouth!
Follow me now
All these bitches wanna swallow me now!
All these niggas that I don’t even know
Wanna hollah at me now
Cuz the wanna be down
But fuck’em man!
Me I turn it up a notch
To my hustlers be careful when they murdering the block!
To my killers be careful when you burning up the glock!

…

HEY 305! TILL I DIE!

To recap: this is what the city of Miami thinks is a positive message for it’s city:

“LET’S show ‘em how we do in the south
Kick in they door, run in they house
Since them boys think they spit fire
Fuck It! Put the gun in they mouth!”

So you mean if I go to Miami, Pitbull and his “click” (clique?) will break into my dwelling and make his gun go “click” in my mouth?  That sounds awful, but the double entendre is so entertaining… I’m jumping on the next flight!  Tell Breitbart to call me if he needs me.

As always, his is just one example of how the pop-star-as-role-model permeating American life has gotten way out of hand.  The most resounding example of this is how Obama parlayed his personality into the presidency… and people act surprised that things thus far haven’t gone according to plan.  Obama himself had a text messaging relationship with Scarlett Johansson and was seen hobnobbing with Beyoncé and that inspirational fellow from the Black Eyed Peas at his inauguration.  And who could forget that he kicks it with Ludacris?  If I were President I would be texting the Congressional Budget Office, not goofball celebs (LOL!). The emphasis on personality and charisma have become more important, particularly to the left, than character or message.

To be fair, I don’t know much about this Pitbull dude and he may well be a charitable guy, or he may be like Joe the Biden, but his music is the same aggressive, vulgar, misogynistic hate that has defined rap for as long as I can recall… and it doesn’t even rhyme.

But in today’s America, where celebrity is king, Miami is happy to present a self-proclaimed “monster” its key.  Because Pitbull’s the man, and everyone should know it.

Apparently, the AP’s definition of “living” in a box is two eight-hour shifts over two days. Using that logic, I’ve lived at Peet’s Coffee in Westwood, the Mac store at The Grove, and Breitbart’s basement in the last month alone.

In a gesture of solidarity with America’s poor, Arquette’s Plexiglas abode will be furnished.

Their not-so-ambitious goal: to raise $250,000, probably the amount Arquette makes off royalties from “Scream” DVD rentals every Halloween. I bet it will cost at least that much just to promote the event.

In what might be a hunger-awareness first, Arquette plans to chow down while in the box, and considering the event is put on by Snickers (part of the Mars, Inc.), he’s likely to gain weight over the two days. But this event is not about hunger or charity or starving people–it’s about selling chocolate bars.  I’m a free market guy, so I don’t mind that Snickers hired a celeb to pimp their product, but nougat gives me moobs and not even David Arquette in a publicly displayed human-sized fish tank (complete with ottoman) can change that.

Besides, among America’s poor, very few are starving but very many are obese and wrongly fed as opposed to underfed.  If we are serious about fighting against deficient nutrition in America, should the people behind the best-selling candy bar of all time lead the charge?  The problem isn’t starvation, it’s Snickers.

But hey, it might work.  The stunt certainly grabbed my attention, and that’s Hollywood’s spell. It certainly can’t do much harm, and in a satisfying twist, any charity done will go to American human beings.

Still, if I were putting on the the event, it would be Courtney Cox in the Plexiglas box and Trader Joe’s would be the sponsor.  That would be delicious and nutritious.

On a more serious note: According to Charity Navigator, Feeding America is an efficient use of your charity dollars, so be encouraged to make a donation to them.  You can help some people in need and you’ll have leverage to complain about their lame celebrity spokesmen.

Epigraph: a quotation set at the beginning of a literary work or one of its divisions to suggest its theme.

Epigraphs crop up occasionally in literature and film, but more frequently on the SAT exam.  In fact, I am using the definition of epigraph as the epigraph for this review.  If you are to the right of Bill Clinton, all you need to know about “The Hurt Locker” is its epigraph: “War is a drug.”

Incredibly, the mainstream media is trying to position “The Hurt Locker” as politically neutral.  The mainstream media are dense. “War is a drug.” Drugs are bad.  Thus, war is bad.  This is a left-wing film.  End of story.  Witness the first five seconds of the movie and read the epigraph; if you still have the audacity to trumpet its neutrality, you should be committed to an insane asylum or the newsroom at MSNBC. 

From Director Katherine Bigelow (Point Break) and Screenwriter Mark Boal (whose previous credit is “In the Valley of Ellah”), “The Hurt Locker” is an artificially suspenseful and episodic film about an elite Army bomb squad led by Staff Sergeant William James (Jeremy Renner), Sergeant JT Sanborn (Anthony Mackie), and Specialist Owen Eldridge (Brian Geraghty).  I say artificially suspenseful because all the tension is developed over the course of each scene with a manipulative soundtrack.  Unfortunately, the tension isn’t sustained from one scene to the next. There is no plot.  Just a series of unrelated missions.  Much like my high school dates, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this thing wasn’t going anywhere.

The characters are color-by-number.  James is the cowboy.  He’s willing to be reckless, abandon protocol, and bone-headedly puts himself and his men in harms way time and time again.  If war is a drug, this guy is Ozzy Osbourne. Sanborn is the dude who plays by the books, has a business mentality, and is always the one who says, “I don’t know, maybe this isn’t such a good idea…..”If you’ve seen “NYPD Blue Shield Law” and “Cold Case Order with Veronica Mars” you’ve seen these same characters again and again.

John Nolte was my man-date to the screening (our rapport is budding into an epic bromance; we are in line to co-star as “Dumb, Lazy, Over-Grown Kid 1” and “Dumb, Lazy Over-Grown Kid 2” in the next Judd Apatow movie), and we shared a lot of the same opinions on the politics of the film (see his take here).  We agreed the filmmakers didn’t bother to answer several important questions, not the least of which:

1)  Why are these men in Iraq? Especially in the particularly dangerous field of bomb diffusion?  I am a young man, athletic, incredibly attractive, and spent three-and-a-half years fending off hippies in Berkeley.  I have not ruled out a stint in the military. The question I ask myself frequently is why would I put my life on the line? Staff Sergeant James does it because he is a junkie for war looking to destroy bombs with all the self-awareness and rationality of Pac-man consuming exorbitant amounts of dots. His heroism comes from his addiction to the adrenaline rush, not from his character.  In fact, none of the characters were motivated by anything upbeat or inspirational. Nothing about fighting for something bigger than oneself, quashing evil around the world, or saving innocent, oppressed people from tyranny.

I object to this as a conservative, but also as a movie-goer. Boal shot himself in the foot by writing dumb heroes instead of brave ones.  It is much harder to root for reckless, arrogant pricks than it is heroes motivated by goodness.  Maybe he has heard of Batman, Spider-man, Superman, etc.  The audience becomes emotionally invested in these heroes because of who they are.  Not so in “The Hurt Locker.”

2) Who are the Iraqis? Boal and Bigelow don’t seem to care. The Iraqis portrayed in “The Hurt Locker,” just like in every other Hollywood Iraq War blockbuster, are faceless, nameless, and utterly lame people who do nothing more than herd goats and sell bootlegged copies of “Pink Panther 2” to our troops. The way the Iraqis are portrayed in the film, I wouldn’t lend them my lunch money, much less lay my life on the line for them.  These Iraqis weren’t even characters.  They were extras.  This was an Iraq War movie and it had nothing to do with Iraqis.

There are other moments in the film that are blatantly anti-war. David Morse makes a bizarre cameo as a Colonel who makes a decision to let a just-wounded Iraqi civilian/suspect die for no apparent reason—implying, of course, that the field commander is a hate-filled bigot air-raiding villages and killing civilians.  This is 100% incidental to the plot and only serves to prop up the anti-war agenda.

And the film ain’t good neither. It’s boring. No scene is related to the next.  It is almost tension free except when they play the “Jaws” music.  The troops are caricatures rather than realistic American servicemen.

If this is Big Hollywood’s idea of an apolitical, well-made war film, I am in the right job.  There’s a lot of work left to be done.

**Update (5/29/09 1:00PM PST)** For you Fark folks: “War is bad” is a left-wing position.  Left-wingers put “War is Not the Answer” bumper stickers on their cars.  By contrast, conservatives think, on occasion, war is the answer.  Some examples:

Revolutionary War
Civil War
World War II
Korean War
Persian Gulf War
War of the Worlds

War isn’t bad when you are defeating the Nazis, saving the Union, or freeing helpless countries from murderous, totalitarian dictators. In those cases, it is good.

Good people can differ on the Iraq War, but “war is bad” is an unsophisticated and morally bankrupt position.  War is never the ideal, but in its history, America has used it as an alternative to combat evils much, much worse.

Big reward to the person who can find my reference to “splosions” or any mention of war’s awesomeness.

Oh, and my headshot is satirical.  It’s called “mugging.” **End Update**

This error would be egregious even without context, but wait until you hear who actually made the list:

There is an entire spread called “Barack’s Beauties” featuring seven Obama staffers who are among the USA’s finest 100–easily the highest number of executive branch hotties since the Coolidge administration.

White House Director of Speechwriting Jon Favreau was one of those selected; he is the boy who gave the memorable metaphoric “f*ck you” to the 18 million people who voted for Hillary in the primaries by groping a cardboard likeness of the New York Senator during the campaign (we’re still waiting for the feminist reaction to this one…).

Tim Geithner, a human incarnation of Beavis, was in there too.  Geithner is about as ill suited for a “Beautiful Peoples” list as he is for his job as Treasury Secretary.

The great Sam Kass, White House Chef (you read that right, not “Chief”)–a true Adonis if I have ever seen one—is on the list, along with Michelle Obama and three others who mark their business address 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

Of course Tina Fey was among the anointed, and she arguably has her “Palin as bozo” SNL character to thank.  I wonder if Ms. Fey would have objected to the Palin snub?  In her own words: “I’ll tell you, that lady [Palin] is five times better-looking than I am.”  People Magazine did the worst vetting since the Obama cabinet appointments.

Katie Couric, who used her interview with Sarah Palin to stave off irrelevancy, was named one of People’s breathtaking beauties.  Is there a person on earth who watched that interview and thought “Palin’s alright, but that Couric babe!  Hubba Hubba!”?  I wonder if People selected Ms. Couric before or after she went to Zac Efron’s hairstylist?  It’s a good look for him.

A “Most Beautiful People” list without Sarah Palin is like an Obama Speech without a teleprompter.  The guy who prepares Obama’s spinach and feta quiches for his brunch with Ben Affleck, Don Cheadle, and that homeless-looking guy from the Black Eyed Peas…gorgeous!  The guy who felt-up a Hillary cut-out like a chick he met at a Black Eyed Peas concert…dazzling!  The tax-cheat with the Artist Formally Known as Prince haircut (no offense, Prince, “When Doves Cry” is fabulous)…delicious! Pretend Sarah Palin…divine!  Real Sarah Palin…?

People can’t even make the case that this is about inner beauty, as Kim Kardashian managed to make People’s roll despite the fact that she achieved her fame by releasing a homemade porno she made with irrelevant hip-hop-opotamus Ray J.  This type of behavior is deemed acceptable for “Beautiful People,” but holding traditional values is not.  More evidence: Miss USA, whom not a single one of you can name…in.  Miss California Carrie Prejean…out.

Sarah Palin is the most impressive beauty in American public life.  There is no close second.  She is feminism personified and she was trumped by a bunch of lefties who could never look as good as she does, let alone pull off a beehive.  I’d say I was outraged, but People’s pathetic predictability makes this oversight no surprise.

Yet, we can still take solace in this fact: while People may snub our woman from their bogus list, they can never take away our Palin pin-up calendars.  Which reminds me, it’s May now…time to turn the page. Oooooooo…bear trim…classy…

Tonight is one of the best nights of the year: The premiere of the 13th season of “South Park.”  I consider myself one of America’s foremost “South Park” scholars and if I had to sum up the reason I love the show, it would be this: it spares no one.  Take last season’s “About Last Night…” episode about Obama’s electoral victory–Obama, Palin, McCain, McCain supporters, and Obamaites are all evenly trashed.  In South Park, satire trumps politics.  Since 1997, “South Park” has been America’s safest bet for the splendid fusion of irreverence and insight.

They took up that mantle from “Saturday Night Live,” which now offers us neither.

While Wednesday has been “South Park” night for as long as I can remember, last Saturday night was spent in the usual way: not watching SNL.  Unfortunately, due to the internet, I happened to view a smattering of last week’s show:

Do you remember how they terrorized George W. Bush?  Or how they tried to make a bozo out of Sarah Palin?  And this is what the chickens over at NBC have to offer us now?  How pathetic.  How inconsequential. How unfunny.  “The Rock Obama?”  This is a cutesy joke too juvenile for Little Leaguers.

The alternative media has correctly observed SNL fails to cultivate humor around President Obama.  Big Hollywood’s own sketch comic, Steven Crowder, wrote a letter to Executive Producer Lorne Michaels saying as much just last week.

Perhaps the problem is with the man who plays the sitting President, Fred Armisen.  If you’ve watched any of his sketches, you know Fred Armisen is about as funny as a screening of “Sophie’s Choice,” but that doesn’t mean the writers can’t pick up the slack.  Armisen, even donning mulatoface, isn’t enough to sink the mighty SNL ship.  The problem with the Obama sketches is the skewed political agenda driving the writing staff.  I submit to you the last 30 seconds of this clip as evidence.

The premise of the sketch tries to answer this simple question: “What would happen if Obama got angry?”

We get our answer during the dream sequence:  Obama doesn’t get angry.

It’s as brave as it is funny.

The first four minutes were almost as fawning, as an angry Obama becomes a superhero who throws Republicans out windows (brought to you by the people who declared dissent “patriotic”).  In the end, the joke is on “Rahmbo” Emanuel and his bad temper and the audience is left with a warm, fuzzy reminder that Obama is awesome — head and shoulders above everyone else in Washington.  Good times!

If SNL intends for us to believe there’s nothing humorous about our President, they’re delusional.  Ignoring any scandals and political decisions he has made, can we at least see a sketch about the Teleprompter?  If George W. Bush had been as dependent on his Teleprompter, wouldn’t he have been mocked unmercifully as a puppet of the “Cheney/Rove Cabal?”  And yet, Obama is still regarded as the greatest orator of our time.  Obama is a fount of humor yet untapped.  Despite his shortcomings (and all Presidents have shortcomings), SNL can proffer only Rahm Emanuel’s irrelevant “The Rock Obama” wet dream.

So far Obama-era SNL lacks irreverence and insight, but worst of all, it lacks humor. To put it mildly, it stinks.

Can’t wait for the “South Park” premiere.

The film industry in Hollywood is the most rewarded vocational field in the world. Having been a part of the “Big Hollywood” launch team, I followed roughly forty-eight award shows this year. Generally, I would characterize them as slightly self-aggrandizing. By the way, I’m not confused; awards are nice (consult my bio), but why are there so many award shows? The people who win awards are rarely underappreciated.  Take Kate Winslet for example, one of Hollywood’s most overrated actresses.  I always feel I’m watching her act. Peter Mayhew was more organic as Chewbacca than Winslet as a suburban housewife in the off-putting “Revolutionary Road.” But Hollywood seemingly invents awards to celebrate Winslet and her ubiquitous bare breasts.

What irritates most is that while the shows may differ, the awards are roughly the same.  In sports, there’s only one MVP, one Rookie of the Year.  Yet every year, we are bombarded with the Oscars, the Golden Globes, the SAG Awards, and the BAFTAs.  Not to mention all those snooty little film festivals in upscale ski towns.

But as I always say, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.  So, if we’re going to resign ourselves to watching three months of awards galas, let’s introduce some new awards that could electrify a show more than a Melissa Etheridge/Beyoncé duet:

Best-in-Show: This would be awarded to the best animal appearance in a film this year.   We see eight or ten lovable movie animals each year, and they don’t get the praise they deserve.  Who wouldn’t want to see the dog from “Marley and Me” bound onto the stage to claim the Golden Dog Biscuit?

Best Non-Sexual Nudity Award: Nothing puzzles and inspires me like incidental nakedness on film.  On second thought, it would come down to Harvey Keitel vs. Kate Winslet every year, so this one may not be as interesting as it sounds.

The Daniel Day-Lewis Award for Acting Performance: Thanks to Daniel Day-Lewis, I can no longer take seriously any award that claims to honor the “Best Actor.” There is one unequivocal “Best Actor” in Hollywood and it is he, so it is foolish to pretend Tom Hanks or Sean Penn or Ashton Kutcher or any other leading man can equate.  There are years Daniel Day-Lewis acts and there are years he doesn’t–either way, he is the best actor.  Let’s rename the annual award for excellent acting to reflect this reality.  The only thing that changes from year to year is best performance, not “best actor.”

The Morgan Freeman Award For Best Performance as an Omniscient Narrator

Best Best-Friend Award: Every romantic comedy has a quirky best-friend role for the purpose of plot development—the “best-friend” grants the audience insight into Kate Hudson’s character.  Picture this all-too-common date night debacle: I treat my girlfriend to an order of General Tsao’s Chicken at P.F. Chang’s (medium/spicy) and we head over to the multiplex in the mall with high hopes for the romantic comedy du jour we are about to watch from the front row of a theatre packed with eighth graders.  And BAM!  Much to our chagrin, the entire night is ruined by a poor performance by the quirky best-friend character.  A competent performance here can slightly enhance my Friday night, so let’s celebrate the best.

Evil-est Corporation Award: Lazy Hollywood’s default bad guys are those big, bad multi-national corporations that make our food, our cars, our medicines, send us our paychecks, etc.  Let’s reward the most heinous onscreen company of this year!

Most Disappointing Picture of the Year: This is an excuse for me to mention that “Quantum of Solace” was beyond terrible.

The Helena Bonham Carter Award: You can use the comments to debate what this one should actually celebrate, but I think we can all agree that there needs to be one every year.

What additional awards would you suggest?