This monologue from the Independent Spirits Award is just the kind of thing the Academy Awards need. Fewer vague gestures of respect towards the history of film; more marveling at Harvey Keitel’s enormous bush in Bad Lieutenant. Fewer mirthless, obligatory shout-outs or meanspirited digs; more telling it like it is re: Brett Ratner. More acknowledgment of the inherent weirdness of awards ceremonies. More self-deprecation. More Seth Rogen.
