The Oscars are over. Ellen turned in a worthy performance. It wasn’t necessarily a home run, but I’ll give her a solid double off the fence in the gap.
Compared to some of the manic efforts by Billy Crystal, it was much more restrained, but several of the bits (the script to Scorsese, the photo op with Eastwood with Spielberg taking the snaps) brought the laughs.
I don’t remember any horrific Red Carpet moments or fashion miscues. On the other hand, none of the dresses were over the top spectacular either. The fashion was way on the quiet side. Star Magazine will have a lot less to work with than some years (Bjork anyone?).
And I definitely didn’t miss the Debbie Allen dancers and their Fame rehashes. I’m all for inviting the shadow dancers back again next year.
This year will probably be most remembered for Marty winning his first Oscar rather than some sidebar thing like Jack Palance doing push-ups.
I’m okay with that.
The show’s over so I guess we’ll just have to head back to the movies and get ready for next year.
Buttered popcorn and Goobers anyone?
The long wait for Martin Scorsese is over. Nominated about a billion times, the great director is finally rewarded with one of those small but heavy gold statues.
Even cooler was seeing Coppola, Lucas and Spielberg present it to him.
Talk about legends of film. Quite a quartet.
Forrest Whitaker is an amazing actor. I could watch him do anything. He is incredible and always an interesting and giving when interviewed. He reveals his motivation and spirit in the answer to every question.
Reese Witherspoon, as the winner of the Best Actress statue last year, presents the Oscar to the Best Actor this year.
I Walk the Line indeed.
Oscar’s annual tribute to departed members of the creative world of films was more muted this year it seemed. The audience was less free with its applause as the faces flashed across the screen.
The applause-0-meter seemed to peak on Robert Altman but Jack Palance got quite a hand.
Jennifer Hudson won the Oscar for Best Supporting Actress and soon after ripped the roof off the joint with her performance of the tune from Dreamgirls.
So what does Simon Cowell know. I don’t watch American Idol and this is one of the reasons why. This and that dreadful drivel by Chris Daughtry.
Melissa Etheridge just gave a quick smooch to her wife Tammy Lynn Michaels after her name was announced as the winner of the Best Song Oscar for her tune from Inconvenient Truth and then gave a pure truth in her acceptance speech when she said we may be red or blue but everyone is green.