Showing posts with label JENNIFER HUDSON. Show all posts
Showing posts with label JENNIFER HUDSON. Show all posts

Monday, April 2, 2007

OPERATION SHREWD EUPHEMISM

If we were not above apology, we would offer regrets for our recent absence from the blogosphere. Suffice it to say, we are deeply embroiled in a project that will be taking up more and more of our time over the coming months. It would not behoove us to share with you the goal of this project, but since you, faithful Reader, have been such a faithful reader, we will bestow upon you a series of hints that will enable your imaginations to catch fire. This new project involves:

  • A jarful of mosquitos
  • The home telephone numbers of all members of the United States House of Representatives
  • A carefully drawn map of the Paris sewer system
  • Three syringes of pure oxyglutamine
  • 23 signed headshots of Jennifer Hudson
  • A dozen Lascar strongmen, primed for adventure
  • Two rocks
  • A Rembrandt painting entitled “The Conspiratorial Blessing of Isaac Firkkens,” which is believed to be a fake but is actually a Rembrandt painting entitled “Christ Oversees the Swineherds”
  • Three Charles Darwin beard hairs
  • An incriminating Betamax cassette of Jimmy Carter cavorting with Roy Cohn
  • A cyborg giraffe
  • Deep love for our craft

Anybody who can guess the object of our scheme will get a free signed first edition copy of our book. When we write it.

Friday, March 9, 2007

MYTH MANAGEMENT

We’ve decided that it was a bit unfair to devote multiple posts in a single week to revealing the nonexistence of various notable figures. In order to prevent us from pulling another such nasty trick in the future, we would like to clear the air by offering a complete list of Individuals Who Most People Assume Are Real But Actually Were Completely Made Up. If you receive leads about any other such figures that we may have missed, please inform us immediately.

PEOPLE THAT DON’T EXIST
Jesus
Jean Baudrillard
Jacques Derrida
Michel Foucault
Charles Dickens
Aristophanes
Chef Boy-ar-Dee
Grover Cleveland
Lee Harvey Oswald (duh)
Sidney Poitier
Charlie McCarthy
Alexander Graham Bell
King Henry III
Enrico Caruso
Mamie Eisenhower
Ponce de Leon
Sid Vicious
Susan B. Anthony
Hercules (but not Herakles)
Spike Jonze (but not Spike Jones)
Dave Thomas (the Wendy’s guy, not the SCTV star)
John D. Rockefeller
Ho Chi Minh
Phillip K. Dick
Lillian Gish
The Pope (any)
Cavemen
Mr. Snuffleupagus
Whoever invented Tupperware
That rich aunt you’re expecting to inherit money from
Jesus’s clone
All who disbelieve the arcane wisdom of The Apocryphist
Bob Hope
Bonus List:
PEOPLE WE CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF
Jennifer Hudson

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

THE DEVIL WORE A VARIETY OF TOP DESIGNERS

As promised, today we will examine the hidden meanings behind some of Sunday’s Oscar fashions. It is not our intention to frighten you with our findings, merely to make you aware that, when matters of global significance are at stake, no detail is accidental.



Let’s start with Penelope Cruz (who is NOT Mexican, as Ellen Degeneres mistakenly implied, but Ecuadorian). You can immediately discern that her flesh-colored Versace gown resembles nothing more nor less than a feather duster (turn your monitor upside-down for the full effect). This optical illusion represents a subtle piece of stereotype-enforcing, implying as it does that Latin American women are suited for few jobs other than that of housekeeper and Oscar-nominated actress. It’s common knowledge that the House of Versace doubles as a white slavery ring (which is the reason behind founder Giovanni Versace’s FBI assassination in 1997). This explains why illegal immigrant Cruz, a Versace minion presented as a symbol of dashed hopes, was so desperate to win the award (see yesterday’s post).


Nicole Kidman’s Oscar gown (by Balenciaga) does not telegraph its intentions quite as readily. Those familiar with Ms. Kidman’s personal life are aware that she is incapable of feeling love for another human being. As such, she commissioned a dress with a prehensile bow that she could manipulate, Dr. Octopus-style, to forcibly snare a suitable mate. (Regrettably, the dress was not put into action because no one in attendance could live up to her alabaster standards.) The accompanying purse (constructed from baby phalanges) underlines her desire to establish a family, even if she must kill to do so. It contains a crystal vial holding ex-hubbie Tom Cruise’s only strand of pubic hair, as a talisman to ward him off were he to try and approach her on the carpet.


It was the belief of the aboriginal Hmstngmfti peoples of Mauritius that the soul is a black butterfly that perches on your bosom when you die. It is unclear whether Anne Hathaway's Valentino gown is a tribute to this ancient race, a sign that she is dead herself, or simply dumb-ass.


Rounding out our analysis is Jennifer Hudson (in Oscar de la Renta). Isn’t she just a peach? The metallic mini-cape was a poor choice, but probably inevitable when your personal stylist is Blacula. Luckily, she ditched it for the ceremony itself, when she charmed us all by bringing home a well-deserved statue. (We love you, Jennifer!) And pockets – who would have thought? It’s inspired us to have pockets installed in all of our pants – a trend that we believe will be taking off in 07.

Monday, February 26, 2007

WE'VE GOT OSCAR STOMACH FLU!

It’s a little-known piece of Oscar trivia that the physical awards themselves can be used to pass through international borders in lieu of valid passports – the United Nations recognizes an Academy Award as a carte blanche surpassing all national sovereignty, catapulting winners of this honor into a cosmopolitan netherworld of unfettered access. However, as a check to the nigh-unlimited power the wielders of these golden statues would possess, Oscars are not allowed on airplanes. The result is that it’s unlikely for a terrorist go through the trouble of developing sufficient acting, writing, directing, producing or (more feasibly) technical chops to work his or her way up the Hollywood ranks in hopes of gaining a coveted nomination. It was briefly feared this year that Pan’s Labyrinth director Guillermo del Toro might secretly be an al-Qaeda operative (he has a beard), but any panic was laid to rest by the Academy’s unwillingness to nominate this shadowy, ethnic figure for an award. However, the overall preponderance of Mexicans in this year's nominations testifies to the willingness of our friends to the South to do whatever it takes to cross the U.S. border unmolested.

All of this is by way of prelude to the Apocryphist’s analysis of last night’s Academy Awards ceremony. It’s no secret that the results of this ostensibly entertainment-oriented contest have grave sociopolitical implications, and it is our goal today to uncover a bit of this secret knowledge for your delectation.

First of all, a clear message was being sent by the fact that the winners of the two leading performance awards – Dame Helen Mirren and Forrest Whitaker– portrayed world leaders going through a period of crisis. Not only that, but in their polar opposition – female vs. male, white vs. black, good vs. evil, skinny vs. fat, hairy vs. bald, etc. – further crucial details were being communicated to those with the savvy to detect them.

The technical explanation could keep us occupied for a full month of posts, but the pith of the matter is that the Academy believes the Antichrist will be elected U.S President in 2008. However, the interpretation leaves unresolved whether this will turn out to be Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama. They represent the dual forces at play in the presentation of last night’s major acting Awards – except one of them needs to gain some weight between now and next November. Whichever of the two breaks the scales during the next eighteen months could very well usher us into the End Times.

On a lighter note, wasn’t Jennifer Hudson fabulous? Imagine having to sing that show-stopping tune after losing the Award! Luckily the predictions were correct, and she was able to turn in a triumphant performance that simply blew away the crowd.

Finally, a word about Pilobolus, the dance company whose shadow-puppet antics delighted the restless crowd. The idea was for the shapes they created to be projected through the scrim onto Jack Nicholson’s bald pate, which would then reflect them through a skylight in the Kodak Theatre’s roof and project them onto the moon as a worldwide celebration of cinema magic (this is why Nicholson was always bathed in a blinding corona of light whenever he was on camera). Unfortunately, host Ellen Degeneres sabotaged the affair, believing that it would detract from the planned announcement of her Presidential candidacy. However, our inside correspondent tell us that Degeneres was scared straight when, in an unanticipated move, Pilobolus attacked and engulfed her behind the scrim, and threatened to snap her neck with their athletic thighs if she went through with her plan. Though the Nicholson-spotlight display was still unable to proceed, neither were Degeneres’ Presidential aspirations, leaving Hillary Clinton the sole lesbian candidate for the Democratic nomination.

TOMORROW: A semiological analysis of this year’s Oscar fashions.