I sure hope you followed along with Esquire's live coverage of the Oscars last night. Over the course of the evening, Hollywood insider Anthony Breznican kept a running list of what actually mattered from the ceremony (including ... a tie?!), while Josh Rosenberg chimed in with his snubs and surprises of the night. As you decide for yourself whether or not the Academy got it right, you should scroll down and start with the latter. Mostly because we really need to talk about Marty Supreme dropping a goose egg for the night—including Timothée Chalamet losing out on the best actor trophy. – Brady Langmann, senior entertainment editor |
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Even if Grogu can't clap, let's hand it to the night's biggest winners. |
For once, the winners of year's Oscars don't feel like a no-brainer. If Kalshi was around in 2024, I could have bet a billion dollars that Oppenheimer would win Best Picture. But after Anora pulled off the upset last year, the feeling that anything is possible has carried over into 2026's awards show. Even better? It seems like audiences are genuinely interested to find out who wins. You can't take that kind of engagement for granted. So, the 2026 show took a cue from Paul Thomas Anderson and threw in one moment after another one. Audiences saw one of the only ties in Academy Awards history. Amy Madigan gave an unhinged speech for her supporting actress win and the Oscars' first real acceptance of horror. And I'm 99 percent certain that Robert Downey Jr. mispronounced Channing Tatum's name during a bit by saying "Tanning Chatum" live into the microphone. |
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We say this every four years, but this year it just might be true: American soccer is ready to have its moment. The U.S. Men's National Team has a world-class coach, an in-form roster, and it's doing the bulk of the hosting duties this summer. And, crucially, it has the uniforms to match. U.S. Soccer just dropped its new USMNT team kits this week ahead of the 2026 FIFA World Cup, and they're instant classics. If you expected the usual home whites and away reds or blues, hold on. This time around they went for it. We are given two kits, two distinct personalities, and a design process that actually involved the players who'll be wearing them. |
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The moment we stepped off the Zodiac boat, that air just hit us. It was this exquisite, overwhelming blast. Crisp, clean, utterly pollution-free. A shocking, massive contrast to the familiar density of New York City, where we live. The ice? A stark white—pure, blinding, sublime. And the noise was the inverse: a profound, beautiful quiet. It was broken only by the crackling of surrounding ice, like an immense bowl of Rice Krispies snapping in the distance. This was Antarctica. This was my son Wilder's seventh continent. He was seven years old. The Zodiac had deposited us here on a rocky Antarctic landing, where black stone and snow met the ice-strewn sea. Wilder didn't run straight for the colossal iceberg floating nearby. Instead, my little orange marshmallow, encased in layers of thermal gear, his massive boots making him waddle, spotted a pair of Adélie penguins on a rocky outcrop. They were engaged in a quick, wobbly moment of copulation. He ignored the majestic vista—a scatter of towering blue-white icebergs drifting in a steel-gray sea—and pointed a bright-orange sleeve at the birds. "Look, Mom," he shouted, his voice impossibly small in the pristine expanse. "They're high-fiving!" |
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 There are few things in this life that we can depend upon. Aside from the obvious—death, taxes, etc.—there is one that we at Esquire would like to propose. The day you forget your raincoat is the day you get caught in the rain. We're not talking about Murphy's Law here. It's unlikely that you'll forget your raincoat and find yourself stranded in a downpour, then get evicted, divorced, and murdered on the same day. But being unprepared, raincoat-wise, is enough to make you feel as though everything that could go wrong has. No one likes showing up to work (or a date, for that matter) drenched and defeated. So what should you do? Buy a damn raincoat, man. You could try to get by with an umbrella. But eventually you'll leave it behind at a restaurant, forget it in the car, or watch helplessly as it inverts in a strong gust and leaves you unprotected for the rest of your trudge back home. Wind and weather are unpredictable. A great raincoat, though, is steadfast—a companion that'll carry you through the drizzly months with minor saturation and major style. Here are the five versions that every guy should know (plus a bonus, just for fun). |
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When and Where to Watch the 2026 Oscars |
Trying to figure out how to watch the Oscars can feel like one battle after another. Is it on TV? Is it streaming anywhere? And when does it actually begin? What a bunch of sinners for making us figure it out. Luckily, you don't have to be the secret agent to collect that intel. As Hollywood's biggest night draws near, Esquire's own Hollywood obsessives are here to bring some sentimental value to your Oscars viewing party. Bugonia. This year's 98th Academy Awards ceremony is actually one of the most heated races in recent memory. In a year marked by blockbusters and family crowd-pleasers like Kpop Demon Hunters, the competition is fierce as some movies that were considered shoo-ins just a few weeks ago are suddenly trailing behind a few Cinderella darlings. |
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Most of September 17, 2012, has evaporated from my mind. I still have a few memories. I have the way the surgeon's voice shook. I remember my wife calling my name while she was still under sedation. And I have an image of the hospital floor, up close. I remember white tile and a hope: Maybe I will never have to get up. Maybe they will just let me die here. Nicole was thirty-four, and the doctor had been direct: "It's everywhere," he said. "Like somebody dipped a paintbrush in cancer and flicked it around her abdomen." I staggered down a hallway and then collapsed. I remember the tile, close to my face, and then watching it retreat as my best friend picked me up from the floor. His name is Dane Faucheux, and I remember noting, even in the midst of a mental fugue: Dane's a lot stronger than I realized. |
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In 2012, the writer and animator Seth MacFarlane, famous at the time as the creator of Family Guy, created something else entirely. Ted was a movie about a degenerate manchild (Mark Wahlberg) and his degenerate talking teddy bear (voiced by MacFarlane), rated R, raunchy with sex and drugs. The animation of Ted was creepily real, which made MacFarlane's hilarious script—frat humor but with smart, biting social commentary—funny in a way that felt new. (In the opening scene, between bong hits Ted mimics a woman having an orgasm with a Boston accent—"hahduh! hahduh!"—adding, post-climax, "That was so great, now I'm gonna stuff my face with fuckin' Pepperidge Fahhhm.") Roger Ebert, America's film critic, loved it. To this day it remains one of the funniest screenplays of the twenty-first century. "What's remarkable about Ted is that it doesn't run out of steam," Ebert wrote. The shit-talking stuffy wasn't a one-and-done joke that got old—not in that movie, nor in its sequel, Ted 2, nor in Ted, the TV show MacFarlane created in 2024. In the sit-com, which is a prequel to the movies, Ted has already become famous as a talking bear, and now he lives with John, age sixteen, the younger version of the Wahlberg character; John's parents: Matty, intolerant but with a heart, and sweet, oblivious Susan; and John's hot, progressive cousin Blaire, who's living with the family while attending college. The show proves Ebert right about the steam: What's funny isn't that the bear can talk, or even that he makes rude jokes. It's that he's a funny character going through the world in a way that's both ridiculous and endlessly relatable. |
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As a hawk-eyed deals tracker, I've spotted some of my favorite Apple products drop to new lows after last week's mega Apple launch. A few are at their lowest prices ever. Take the Watch Series 11, for example. It's been hovering around $299, and it's only a matter of time before your luck runs to get the newest Apple Watch for 25 percent off. I recommend upgrading to the 11th-gen model if your old Apple Watch drains quickly. Apple claims the Series 11 can last up to 24 hours, but I managed to squeeze about 34 hours out of it on a single charge. This is based on an hour of fitness tracking (walking, to be specific), a steady stream of notifications, light Walkie Talkie use, and general all-day wear. |
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The new Dodge Charger spins around a slushy skid pad at Team O'Neil Rally School in Dalton, New Hampshire. The car, now in its eighth generation, handles the early March thaw with the experienced ease of an elder statesman. It's not your father's Charger. Now 60 years old, the American classic has been recast as the muscle-car equivalent of an SUV—cozy, comfortable, and capable no matter the weather. "It's a rear-wheel-drive muscle car that acts like a year-round, SUV-like daily driver," says Dodge CEO Matt McAlear. "There's all-wheel drive when you need it and rear-wheel drive when you want it." |
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