I have to admit that I was more interested in "Rock of Love 2: Rodeo Boogaloo" than the Oscars the other night, mainly because this year's Academy Awards were a snoozefest. With the exception of almost going into cardiac arrest during Javier Bardem's acceptance speech (especially the part en español!), I found the whole thing kind of boring and lame.
Anyway, because of the above, I didn't get around to addressing the big story out of the Oscars. No, not Rebecca Miller's heinous dress--I'm talking about perennial sleazeball Sean Penn dating famous-for-losing-her-fiance-in-the-tsunami Petra Nemcova, of course! Apparently the 47-year-old actor and the 28-year-old model, who met through her charity, were together all over the place this weekend, even though he's only been separated from his long-suffering, soon-to-be-sainted wife Robin Wright Penn for less than 2 months. So tacky!
Speaking of tacky, I have always found Ms. Nemcova, who showed up at last year's Oscars with British singer James Blunt, to be a bit of a sap. Sure, I feel sorry for her painful ordeal, but she's been milking that tsunami for all its worth for a while now. And I think she's rather silly looking, in a pageant queen sort of way. Sean Penn looks ridiculous with her, like an aging ghoul with a mail-order bride:
Sure, I think Sean Penn is a great actor. Sure, I'm looking forward to his portrayal of Harvey Milk and the potentially hot gay sex scenes with James Franco, Diego Luna, and/or Emile Hirsch. But that doesn't mean I want to spend the rest of my life watching his extended midlife crisis play itself out in the tabloids. He's well on the road to becoming the humorless, holier-than-thou, uncharming version of Jack Nicholson (whose randy old rascal shtick is rapidly working my last nerve, by the way). Can there be any worse thing on Earth? I mean, besides famine and war and stuff.