Last night at the Oscars there was a dramatic turn of events, moments before everyone turned off their televisions and dragged their dumb butts into bed: In the middle of accepting the award for “Best Picture”, the cast and crew of “La La Land” were told that there was a whoopsie. That whoopsie? It was in fact “Moonlight” that had won best picture.
It was a bittersweet moment, as those at home cheered for the much-deserved “Moonlight” win, but felt that they were robbed of a proper delivery and acceptance. It ended like any great film should, leaving the audience with some joy, some sadness, and much confusion. Those responsible for this sexy, dramatic twist? The unsexy, boring accountants at PricewaterhouseCooper.
Apparently, a few alter cockers at PWC decided it was time to shake the image of accountants as stodgy old white men with pale skin, glasses, and weird penises. “I think we did that tonight by showing that we have a penchant for drama, for twist endings, and-” began an accountant we started to interview, before deciding that they were very un-hot, so we decided to interview Emma Stone about the situation instead. Says Emma Stone, “I’m Emma Stone. ‘Moonlight’ won. I’m Emma Stone.” It was very hot.