He’s such a butterfingers.

Good for her.

Damn, really?

A major score for mimes everywhere.

Adjust your Oscars pool accordingly.

Her own maid must be so proud.

The fact that Hobo with a Shotgun isn’t going to win a single award is a god damn travesty.

Gone and forgotten…

Zombies vs Meaningless Award Show

It’s important to stretch your legs.

Aw, hell nah!

Live from world famous Oakland, CA…

Let’s go ahead and judge these films the best way we know how – on appearances.

I feel like I just spent the last year chronicling the things James Franco did last year.

They’re keeping it in the ‘Tower Heist’ family.

1996 would love these hosts!

C’mon. James Franco wasn’t THAT bad.

In protest of Oprah’s honorary Oscar, here are five people who should have received it instead.

Yes, he has a name.

The tuxedo didn’t help him keep his cool.

As is tradition (so what if it’s only the second year?), we’ll be live blogging the crap out of the 2011 Academy Awards.

“Oscars” James Franco meets Art Gallery James Franco meets Evil “General Hospital” James Franco.

Yesterday, purported comedy writer Bruce Vilanch took a swipe at Ricky Gervais when questioned about the comic’s recent Golden Globes hosting appearance. So how does Gervais respond? By wiping his dirty boots all over Vilanch’s silly t-shirt collection.

Let us wind down our Oscar coverage and pick our favorites for the lesser-cared-about categories so we can turn our attention to more important matters, such as which Oscar gowns to dress our cats in on The Big Night.

The dapper gents over at Made Man put together a slick infographic that’ll help you win your 2011 Oscar pool.

This week we shackle our Best Director contenders together by the ankles, slather them in honey, toss them in the bear cage with an 800 pound grizzly and a pair of bolt cutters to see who among them has the will to survive.

Banksy really wants that Oscar. So much so that he’s willing to visit the Sunset Strip.

It’s time for the men to grease up and battle it out for the shiny bald gold dude.

This week we throw our Best Actress contenders into the Thunderdome, arm then with cudgels and see who among them has the fortitude to grab blood-smeared victory.

It was visually stunning and contained ballet sequences impressive enough that I can say so without having to punch something lest my masculinity be called into question.