<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, gil cates]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, gil cates]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/gilcates http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/gilcates <![CDATA[Oscar Nominees, Fans Held Hostage by Stupid 220-Year-Old American Tradition]]> Out of consideration for another boring-ass, unkillable civic ritual, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences will push back its 2008 Oscar nomination announcement to Jan. 22, 2009 — two days after the presidential inauguration in Washington, D.C. The quadrennial event apparently has a century-and-a-half of media seniority over the Oscars, thus giving the Academy little choice but to bump its usual Tuesday press conference to Thursday. But wait — it gets worse.

Complicating matters further, the new schedule makes for one of the fastest turnarounds in Oscar history: Gil Cates, Bruce Vilanch and godforsaken company have a mere month to put together the Feb. 22 awardscast — the earliest ever, we're told. Considering how this year's will-they-or-won't-they cancellation patter doomed Cates' handiwork from the start, we hope Academy president Sid Ganis will again consider going head-to-head with the inauguration. Every extra day counts (especially for studio campaigns), and even the president-elect will probably be impatient to find out if this might be Kate Winslet's year for Revolutionary Road and/or The Reader. The Oscars are the real American politics, aren't they?

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<![CDATA[Oscars Chasing Tween Tail By Enlisting Miley Cyrus As A Presenter?]]> As we read over the list of Oscar presenters released this morning, one sparkly name took all our attention away from the otherwise predictable lot — Miss Miley Cyrus. Just last week, producers of the Grammy Awards dissed the Tween Queen by not asking the biggest star in the recording industry to either perform or present during their flatlining ceremony. However, now Miley is riding high after being scooped up by the typically snobby Oscars. So what gives? Looks to us like quirky duck Gil Cates has his eye squarely trained on the Nielsen numbers.

It's no secret that Oscar ratings have been underwhelming the last few years. Even with a pre-Iggygate Ellen Degeneres hosting the show last year, ratings only managed to climb 2% from the previous year's ceremony (which had dropped 10% from the `06 show). So with Hannah Montana & Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert setting the B.O. ablaze, it might make sense to train a few tween eyeballs on the ceremony by having Miley present one of the evening's early awards. But if you're wondering why The Rock is on the list of presenters, we're right there with you. We don't have a clue, either.

The "nearly complete" list of presenters includes:
Amy Adams, Jessica Alba, Cate Blanchett, Josh Brolin, Steve Carell, George Clooney, Penelope Cruz, Miley Cyrus, Patrick Dempsey, Cameron Diaz, Colin Farrell, Harrison Ford, Jennifer Garner, Tom Hanks, Anne Hathaway, Katherine Heigl, Jonah Hill, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, Nicole Kidman, James McAvoy, Queen Latifah, Seth Rogen, Martin Scorsese, Hilary Swank, John Travolta, Denzel Washington, Renee Zellweger, Forest Whitaker, Helen Mirren, Alan Arkin and Jennifer Hudson

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<![CDATA[The Academy Unveils Oscar Set They Promise To Use Whether Or Not They Get To Put On A Real Show]]>
Though still plagued by (an ever-diminishing) uncertainty about whether they'll be executing their full Hollywood's Biggest Night™ vision or putting on their picket-line-crippled Reading Some Names N' Watching Montages Writers Strike Contingency Spectacular in two Sundays, the Academy has no choice but to make all the customary stops on this year's pothole-riddled Road to Oscar. Having just whet the awards-obsessed public's appetite by revealing the closely guarded kobe-slider secrets of Wolfgang Puck's Governors Ball menu, it was time yesterday to give the media a sneak peak at this year's exceedingly ambitious, Roy Christopher-designed $400 million Kodak Theatre set.

As you can see above, the stage is dominated by five clear cylinders, each containing a Gil Cates-controlled, 20-foot-tall OscarBot, which the event's legendary producer will deploy into the audience to carry the winners in the major categories from their seats to the podium. Unfortunately, the run-through meant to demonstrate this amazing innovation to the press did not go smoothly; in a tragic turn, an Academy staffer standing in for Best Supporting Actress nominee Cate Blanchett was killed instantly when her assigned Bot was sent the Swing Sword command instead of the intended Pick Up Gently operation by a frazzled Cates, who later sheepishly admitted he'd "been too damn busy worrying about this strike situation" to properly learn the automaton's complex controls. To his credit, the remorseful button-masher did promise that the victim would get a slide acknowledging her noble sacrifice in the show's In Memoriam segment.

[Photo: WireImage]

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<![CDATA[The Oscars Will Go On! Somehow! (Exact Plans For Killing Four Hours Still TBD)]]> Anyone who endured as much as two minutes of NBC's Access Hollywood-branded Repetition Of The Winners' Names Recited Moments Ago At The First Annual Crippled Golden Globes Press Conference Spectacular probably didn't find it hard to envision a similar nightmare scenario unfolding at a strike-hampered Academy Awards, wherein planned host Jon Stewart is replaced by a dream celebrity-newsmagazine-mannequin team of Mark McGrath and Maria Menounos, whose only function will be to smile and point to headshots of Oscar victors projected onto the 100-foot screen looming behind them on the Kodak Theatre stage. (And to respond with glee to reaction shots of a cardboard cut-out of Jack Nicholson, complete with omnipresent sunglasses and shit-eating grin, propped up in the actor's customary front-row seat.)

But take heart, awards show fans, for the Academy pledges that the show will go on, either in a "normal" or "We're fucked, but still doing something!" format. Though producer Gil Cates hasn't disclosed any details of his plans for the "alternative" telecast that would be necessitated by a WGA picket-line and the coordinated SAG cutoff of the event's pretty-people supply, he will do everything in his power to honor the tradition of Hollywood's Biggest Night, promising that whatever montage/pre-taped-segment/interpretive-dance-heavy abomination makes it to air will fill every last minute of Oscar's sacred four-and-a-half-hour running time.

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<![CDATA[The Gil Cates Guide To Not Enjoying The Greatest Moment Of Your Life]]> tom-hanks-oscar.jpgOscar telecast producer Gil Cates apparently isn't convinced that his threats about acceptance speech length were heeded at the nominees' luncheon two weeks ago, prompting him to enlist beloved actor's actor Tom Hanks in his jihad against overly thankful winners. Hanks stars in the Academy's "An Insider's Guide: What Nominees Need to Know," a DVD offering tips for avoiding the time-wasting sins that might incur Cates' wrath:

On the video, Hanks, clad in jeans and a black blazer, sits inside an empty Kodak Theatre, the Oscars venue, where he warmly offers "some helpful hints to guide you through the moment with wit, flair, creativity or at least with brevity."


The first bit of guidance? Winners must get to the stage and finish their speech all within 60 seconds

"Instead of hugging everyone within a 10-row radius, you might have to settle for a few fast high-fives as you sprint down the aisle," Hanks says.

Next, he suggests that winning teams take the "one for all" approach and designate a spokesman to deliver the speech..

Hanks' involvement in this propaganda film is a little troubling; has the two-time Oscar winner already forgotten the giddy attack of uncontrollable verbal diarrhea (curable only by the impatient swelling of the orchestra and a whip-pan of the camera to the audience) that so touchingly afflicts winners during the most important moment of their lives, or has Cates somehow blackmailed the star into cooperating? No matter, the winners can't concern themselves with that; it's better they go down in an angry hail of tuba blasts than forget to thank their parents, their Chad Lowe, or, God forbid, their agent just because they're afraid Cates is going to kill Hanks' dog.

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