
You’re trying to stay awake for Scorsese’s moment of glory, and the ghost of John Wayne appears in your living room. He explains that you have been selected by deceased members of the Academy to save the bloated, self-congratulatory ceremony from itself. You can pick any celebrity, living or dead, to host next year’s awards. Doesn’t have to be a comedian (we get that it’s tradition to go with someone professionally funny but you know what they say about desperate times) but it does have to be someone unlikely to pretend to vacuum up Penelope Cruz’s dress mid-show. Who do you pick?

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