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Pajiba's Here To Help: Tips for Successful Oscar Presentation

By Courtney Enlow | Posted Under Celebrities Are Better than You | Comments (35)



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Here at Pajiba, we’re all about education. And no one needs education more than famous people, for they are generally, as a rule, uneducated and awful. For many celebrities, the simplest tasks are akin to asking a gerbil to do your taxes. It really won’t work out well for anyone involved.

That’s why we’re here to help. And today, we’re helping the presenters at this Sunday’s Academy Awards.

Lesson 1: If you don’t belong, don’t dress like you do.

You’re a presenter. You could be someone with skill and talent, sharing in the grand moments with the year’s most deserving winners, or you’re the latest sensation we’re told matters because of hotness and unseen potential and no one really knows why you’re there. So don’t wear a dress that screams “I’m Princess Quinceañera of Candyland Gummy Bearville.”

Like this:

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Lesson 2: Don’t make it about you.

In 2008, Katherine Heigl presented the Oscar for Best Makeup (mind you, she presented this award while looking like this). She got to the mic, quaked and trembled, and said “I’m so nervous.” Bitch, you’re an actress. That’s what you do. I don’t give a fuck if you’re nervous. It’s not about you. It’s about the people who actually earned something, who weren’t selected by the network to pander to their audience, not to mention people who are behind the scenes and rarely if ever get the accolades they deserve. You are worthless.

Speaking of worthless, Miley Cyrus did the same thing last year. It’s unprofessional. I don’t interject in the middle of presentations and alert my co-workers of my general sweatiness and gastric issues. So pardon if I don’t want the chick from The Last Song doing it all over my TV.

It’s not just proclamations of nerves and ferklemptness. Julia Roberts did it, too. When presenting to Denzel Washington for Training Day, it was about her, not him. “I love my life!”

And, of course, there’s my nemesis and her “totally genuine” reaction to her co-star’s Golden Globe win. Ugh. Perish.

And, yet, despite it all, goddammit, Katherine Heigl, you’re the worst.

Lesson 3: Don’t fucking ad-lib.

Leave your politics at home, don’t try to be funny unless you’re actually funny, and stick to the script. Be professional. We don’t think you’re cool.

Unless you’re RDJ. Then do what you want.

Lesson 4: If you act like an asshole, we’ll find out.

In 2009, Ben Stiller dressed up as a disheveled Joaquin Phoenix and presented. The bit was met with relative silence and people quickly learned that a similar bit had been performed at the Independent Spirit Awards one day prior, and that Stiller’s last minute insistence upon doing the Phoenix impression left writers in a bind, and Stiller in a public display of dickitude as he harassed them.

Lesson 5: Know your limits.

As I said before, don’t try to be funny unless you’re funny. Don’t try to be thoughtful and pensive if you have the acting and thinking skills of a box turtle. Don’t try to speak if you’re Miley Cyrus.

Join Courtney here Sunday, February 27th, as she liveblogs the Oscars. It’s the Oscars, so wear a ballgown. It’s also her birthday, so bring cake.









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Comments

Can I wear a ballgown MADE of cake, Court?

Posted by: Joanna Robinson at February 24, 2011 2:04 PM

I really have no problem with wearing a fabulous dress if you are a presenter. It's the Oscars. Look good while you are reading the teleprompter.

Posted by: Melody at February 24, 2011 2:09 PM

I will be making cookie cullottes for the occasion.

I can't say as I blame anyone taking their chance to wear their puffiest sleeves at such an event. How often do you get a chance to dress up like that? And why do so many of them get it so wrong? To paraphrase Ray Romano's Emmy acceptance speech: This is a dream come true for me and I'd like to apologise for how I have dressed some of you.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at February 24, 2011 2:18 PM

Amen, sister. Also: learn to read a fucking teleprompter. Unless you're super old and can't see, it's not that hard to read lines off a screen. So none of that "endearingly cute" stumbling that isn't endearing at all.

I can't wait for the Oscars. I eat it all up. Still have to go in for a final gown fitting with Donatella, and need to get those diamonds from Harvey Winston. So much WORK.

Posted by: figgy at February 24, 2011 2:20 PM

I disagree with leaving the politics (or the crazy) at home. That's an awfully long night to hear nothing but people thanking their agents and accountants ad nauseam. When I watch, it's specifically for the off-script moments. I want to see Sean Penn go all CSpan at the Oscars. I want to see Tom Hanks out his high school drama teacher. I want to see Frances McDormand bitch about how she never gets good parts unless her husband gives them to her. I LOVED last year when the costume Oscar lady sneered that she already had three of them as if it was a burden to have to haul her ass up on the stage again to get another. Give me these moments and I am a happy Oscar viewer.

Posted by: PaddyDog at February 24, 2011 2:22 PM

I meant Harry Winston, of course. I'm slightly slow today because I've been eating nothing but cabbage and ice cubes to fit into the gown. Apologies.

Posted by: figgy at February 24, 2011 2:26 PM

to wear their puffiest sleeves

Love. . .love. . .love you.

In solidarity, 20 lbs of brown sugar and garden rakes,

Me

Posted by: coveredinbees at February 24, 2011 2:29 PM

Amen. I hate it when these so-called "stars on the rise" are foisted on me for a year and are everywhere I look, with nothing but vague editorials telling me how great they are. Shut up, you're not a big deal.

Posted by: Dorothy Snarker at February 24, 2011 2:32 PM

So who will be this year's Jessica Bialbael? Doesn't some starlet usually dress up as a vague approximation of the award itself?

I LOVE the fashion. It is a delightful bloodsport. After my first viewing of the red carpet, my instructor dented my forehead with a YSL pump. It was all so exciting.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien 2.0 at February 24, 2011 2:40 PM

Uhm... Is my comment being held hostage by TPTB or was it downright swallowed by the Godtopus' nostril?

Posted by: godzilla_foil at February 24, 2011 2:45 PM

LEAVE BRIT..er OLIVIA WILDE ALONE!!

Posted by: John W at February 24, 2011 2:48 PM

I actually like the dress in the photo. This is the one occasion that you should dress a little over the top. Hell, if you got tickets, go for it.

My favorite Oscar moment was when Bette Midler showed up to present in THE puffiest dress ever, and I think a 45 record in her hair instead of a hat. Her comment, "Bet you didn't think anyone could over-dress for this occasion, did ya?"

Posted by: BWeaves at February 24, 2011 2:48 PM

Men: Wear a tuxedo. Don't wear something that isn't a tuxedo. It's a formal event. Tuxedos are the only appropriate formal-wear for men (please note that if you are a wizard, you may wear your formal robes). I understand that this may leave you feeling stripped of your individuality and personal flair, so by all means accessorize. Bring a cane. Wear flashy, colorful cuff-links. Just wear them on your tuxedo.

Women: Wear underwear. Don't put on your clothes unless there is some layer of fabric between you and the outside world that isn't the gown you've been paid to wear. Honestly, this is advice you should've been given when you were much younger, and if you aren't planning on wearing underwear to an event with this many photographers there are probably a lot of deep-seeded issues that you have with your father that aren't going to be resolved before the big night. So take it on faith. Wear underwear.

Posted by: superasente at February 24, 2011 2:50 PM

Confused by this statement:

Unless you’re RDJ. Then do what you want.

Did you mean you can't do what you want? Implying that doing what you want is reserved for the likes of RDJ....

Posted by: gunnertec at February 24, 2011 2:50 PM

The people of Egypt, Tunisia, and Libya have spoken! Begone, Olivia Wilde!

Posted by: sars at February 24, 2011 2:55 PM

I still think RDJ was dickish to Gervais last time.

Posted by: figgy at February 24, 2011 2:55 PM

Whether I watch alone or with someone(s), I find myself speaking to and about the proceedings like a strict schoolmarm.

"Oh, dear god, what were you thinking? That is hideous. Ghastly. Do you not have a team? A mirror? Sweet jesus."

"No. No! He did not just say that. This is the OSCARS for the love of god. Look at them -- they can't believe it either. Oh my god, it's a tomb. He doesn't even know. Listen to him, he's just PLOWING on..."

"NO! Not the laundry list! Will they never learn. No one wants to hear it!"

It goes on like that all night, until exhaustion, disgust and disbelief finally wear me down and I'm just sitting there watching award after award handed out to undeserving winners... Or a deserving juggernaut has become obvious and my eyes glaze over regardless. Still, I sit, poised, ready for an Oscars gaffe or Wondrous Moment.

Surely this year, Mr. Firth will provide.

Posted by: Maryscott O'Connor at February 24, 2011 2:57 PM

I think there was more than enough dick to go around in that situation.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien 2.0 at February 24, 2011 2:57 PM

What giving Katherine Heigl a hard time. How original. Because of course she is responsible for everything that is wrong in the world. *rollseyes*. Olivia is gorgeous too. Would love to see you make an Oscar presentation actually - now that would be something.

Posted by: Mark at February 24, 2011 2:58 PM

Oh Mark, I'm pretty sure they were just calling her a slapper. Everyone* knows that it's all Ann Miller's fault.

*everyone=me, but I have decided the time is right to share the information with the world.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien 2.0 at February 24, 2011 4:00 PM

Well, I guess I'm divided, in a way. I'd much rather look at Katherine Heigl than Olivia Wilde.

I guess I don't care about either of them, but Wilde is visually uninteresting. Oy, I'm a man without a country.

Posted by: Jay at February 24, 2011 4:06 PM

Amen, superasente. And may I also add a couple of adjectives - not only underwear, but also supportive, well-fitting underwear. And while we're on the subject of things your mammy should've told you, I believe the rule is cleavage or legs, dear, not both.

Having said that, though, if people took our advice and dressed appropriately, it would be like the year when everyone wore dark, sober colours and frankly, where would the fun be in that? Damn it, forget the bra! Go for a dress the Rock of Love ladies would regard as too demure! Colour-coordinate with your significant other! Showcase your own "line" of swimwear-as-evening-wear! Wear a hat made out of a badger! (That last is probably on Helena Bonham Carter's list.)

Posted by: lingli at February 24, 2011 4:16 PM

probably a lot of deep-seeded issues

Deep seeded. No underwear. Tends to happen.

Posted by: bachelor at February 24, 2011 4:49 PM

"a dress the Rock of Love ladies would regard as too risque ", I meant. Dagnammit!

Posted by: lingli at February 24, 2011 4:52 PM

When I get my award (There'll be a beer swilling desk jockey award, just you wait and see)I'm going to wear whatever the fuck I feel like wearing. Why do the women get to be all eccentric and the men have to be tuxedo #384?

Posted by: Paultera at February 24, 2011 5:41 PM

Don't tell me to wear a ball-gown. Because I'm already wearing a ball-gown. So I just won't take it off between now and Sunday - and I'll bring a cake, except it'll be a huge fake cake and I'll explode out of it in my ball-gown singing a sexy song. Except that it'll be a surprise, for your birthday, so you must un-know this information as soon as you've read it.

YOU'RE WELCOME, COURTNEY.

Posted by: Caspar at February 24, 2011 6:27 PM

Takes a real man to rock the Oscars in anything other an a tuxedo. So I like to see them try, at least.

Posted by: figgy at February 24, 2011 8:40 PM

"an a"? Brain fart.

Posted by: figgy at February 24, 2011 9:24 PM

@Figgy- I agree about the dickish RDJ thing. I genuinely really, really like him, but Ricky was going after EVERYONE. Additionally, RDJ's been sober for years, it's not like he was so high he woke up in someone else's house yesterday. It's not so amazing he is immune from teasing and the "too-soon" element isn't there. I'm Team Ricky on this one.

@Court- I'll wear fancy shoes and make Tardis cake on Sunday.

Posted by: MeganTheFirst at February 24, 2011 9:32 PM

'She got to the mic, quaked and trembled, and said “I’m so nervous.” Bitch, you’re an actress.'

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Thank you very much.

Posted by: zeke the pig at February 25, 2011 4:27 AM

"Unless you're RDJ, then..." will henceforth be my automatic disclaimer/addendum/whathaveyou in all things. Joanna Robinson rocks the philosophical breakthrough of my life yet again.

Posted by: cinekat at February 25, 2011 7:16 AM

I knew the day would come where someone would think I'm Joanna. That is why our Highlander-esque battle in Charlie Sheen's Octagon will be epic.

Any by Highlander-esque battle, I mean we'll eat ice cream sundaes and watch While You Were Sleeping. Extra sprinkles.

Posted by: Courtney at February 25, 2011 9:31 AM

Why is Miley Cyrus even there? It's about the years best movies, not the best pole dance.
Go away slut!

Posted by: jan at February 25, 2011 10:48 AM

How about a list of presenters who did it right? Or are there any?

Talk of the RDJ exception has me thinking there's also a list like: "Award show shticks that only work if you are this person."

- Snogging your presenter only really works if you are Adrian Brodie and your presenter is Halle Berry.

- One-hand push-ups only work if you are Jack Palance.

- Don't accept your award unless you are Jim Carrey at the VMA's. And you're not.

- Only Hugh Laurie can really be funny pulling lists on scraps of paper out of his pockets. (I think this was SAG, around House-III, Power-Washing of the Mind.)


Hell, how about "Recipients Who's Speeches Didn't Suck" lists in various divisions.

- The nominees for best acceptance speech at an awards show, sincere and heartfelt division are ...

- The nominees for intentionally funniest acceptance speech at an awards show are ...

- The nominees for unintentionally funniest acceptance speeches at an awards show are ...

- The nominees for best "I didn't think they'd get on stage without falling" - chemically assisted division are ...

That's a show I'd watch.

Posted by: BierceAmbrose at February 26, 2011 2:36 PM

I think the mark of a good presenter is that you don't remember that they were ever there.

Posted by: figgy at February 26, 2011 6:46 PM