When I grow up, I want to be all these badass ladies who won Oscars for making Mad Max. They came to the Oscars in their leather jackets and their leggings and their glasses and their scuffed, flat, black boots, because they don’t give enough fucks to stuff themselves into gowns, starve themselves, and wear heels. They do not have time for designers, or for contacts; they have goddamn movies to make. I want all the movies I see from now on to be made by them.
The middle of the ceremony is usually so boring, with its non-famous people. This year it was the best part. Even if these guys seem to disagree.