The bellowing pomp-and-dime-store pageantry of Super Bowl Sunday may provide the truest glimpse of America’s soul, but we prefer the high-rent hubris of Oscar night. And the best way to watch the hopelessly awkward Academy Awards telecast — Hollywood’s time-honored tradition of autofellatio and collective amnesia — is with a crowd of acid-tongued San Franciscans. For starters, the walk... More >>>