I didn't like the Oscars this year. I don't care much for Hugh Jackman on a good day, but watching him romp about in a top hat spitting out musical numbers put me right over the edge. Did he mistakenly think he was called up to host the Tony's circa 1940 or something? What a snoozy cheese-fest, yawn/gag.
The only segments worth watching were Steve Martin and Tina Fey's little bit (don't fall in love with me!), then Will Smith, dapper as always, in his few minutes in the spotlight. Oh, and the best song nominees performance! I couldn't stay still when that happy drummer started beating out the bass notes of "Jai Ho!" That performance was everything that Jackman wished he could be.
I loved that Slumdog dominated, and I thought most of the acceptance speeches were classy and blissfully brief. It thrilled me to no end to see all of that man-on-man smooching featured in such an in-your-face-America setting. And a guy in a bad suit balanced a trophy on his face!
But the love-fest for the best actor/actress/supporting/etc. disturbed me. Those nominees were nervous already, and I watched them all squirm around in their seats during those contrived little speeches (except Angelina ~ I don't think anything can make Angelina squirm). If a camera had panned the audience, I bet we'd have spied more than one awkward turtle swimming around among the superstars.
And I remain peeved that I haven't a clue who in show business died last year ~ the camera panned so far away and at such a crappy angle that I couldn't see the names or action on the screen. That segment is notabout Queen Latifa, people, it's a memorial for dead people. Shame on whoever had that bright idea.
This article pretty much sums up my feelings about the evening.