From the almost-entirely unionized Oscar winners to the public workers in Wisconsin continuing their two-week sit-in for worker justice, Americans everywhere were hopefully reminded that unions make America great.
For my money, this year's Academy Awards telecast was the funniest in ages. No, not because of the show itself, but because I watched the show sitting next to Bill Maher at the Vanity Fair dinner at the Sunset Tower Hotel.
Where were Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, Angelina, Rob Pattinson and Kristen Stewart when we needed them most?
Resiliency wins. There is no magic bullet to being successful in business. The King didn't show up one day to work with Lionel Logue and he was cured. It took decades of work for him to make effective speeches.
The 83rd Oscars, revitalized as it was supposed to be, was arguably as boring an awards show as has hit, or, rather, leaned against, the airwaves.
Hello darlings, and welcome to my annual skewering of the Oscars show.
The show tried too hard to be topical, cute and tongue-in-cheek, and though it offered scattered moments of freshness at the start, it soon curdled.
You know the writers are in trouble when they have to rely upon Hathaway's mother and Franco's grandmother to help out in the audience. All in all the show was mediocre, but not a disaster.
Last night's resplendent Academy Awards ceremony put me in mind of a less opulent affair: the Associated Writing Program's annual conference earlier this month in Washington, D.C.
If justice is served in Hollywood tonight, the people and films I predict in this video are the ones who will take home Oscars.
Why NOT parade two witty, aging, bad boys with spirit and style who represent H-wood instead of two young newbies who have just learned to say 'hello'?
If you want to win the Oscar pool, why not use my ballot? If you triumph, you can lord it over your friends. If you lose, you can blame me. It's a win-win!
It's Oscar time! Otherwise known as the most wonderful night of the year, when even those of us who aren't foot fetishists become transfixed by something called ShoeCam, and everyone claps for a montage of dead people!
Entertainment is a business that sells in a Darwinian fashion. What does the best mean now? Just what's hot.
Should The Social Network win an Oscar for best picture? A highschooler in this video says yes and that Zuckerberg is like the oil-barons of the 30's and 40's.