I really enjoyed most of last night's show. The big song-and-dance number in the middle was cringe-worthy and I had to turn the channel after a while.
So happy for all the
Slumdog love, happy for Sean Penn, thrilled for Kate (although I hated her hair; it made her look 20 years older). I even thought the song melody worked better than I would have anticipated.
Maybe that's why Bruce didn't get nominated - they knew it wouldn't work in a medley with the other songs. Har har har.
Hugh Jackman. Man, I could watch him sit in a chair and read. So handsome. I didn't get home until about halfway through the ceremony, so I caught the opening later. I thought it was going to be cheesy, but wow, did I laugh hard. The bit about
The Reader was awesome, and I just about died at the end: "I'M WOLVERIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!!!"
Ben Stiller doing his best Joaquin Phoenix was hysterical, too.
I think all the
Slumdog backlash is inevitable, but honestly, that one stuck with me much more than
Benjamin Button did. I loved it, but it didn't stay with me, and the love has diminished to "that was a really lovely movie."
And is it just me, or is the size of Sean Penn's face getting bigger while his features continue to get smaller? He kind of freaks me out when I look at him. And for the life of me, I can't figure out why
Milk wasn't playing at any of the larger theaters in Seattle.
It gets a zillion Oscar nominations, and it's only playing at two crap-hole theaters in places that are pains in the ass to get to?
- commercial -
) I bet most of the women were wearing them. I'll never have the dress or the jewels or the looks, but I can have the Spanx... 
) and I'm sure having Shirley Mcclaine laud you would be awesome but it was a bit yawn. Just my two cents.
