My brief two cents before I finish getting ready for work:
1.) While some (okay, a lot) of the jokes were bad, Anne Hathaway wasn’t a terrible host. She put the effort in, anyway, which is more than can be said for her partner in crime, James Franco. What, did he lose a bet or something? How does he put more energy into soap operas than he does into the biggest award ceremony of the year?
2.) I wish there was an Academy Award for Best Soundtrack. Is that solely the director’s job, or is there, like, a music editor or something? Because movies sometimes have these amazing soundtracks, but if they aren’t original songs or scores written solely for the film, then no one gives a shit. (I imagine there are problems with who gets credited with the award, since there are so many artists involved and all. I don’t care. I still think it would be neat.)
As far as Best Original Song goes, the only one that even remotely interested me was the one from 127 Hours. The song that won? I think someone just felt bad for all of those Randy Newman nominations because that song was just boring.
3. Cate Blanchett had the ugliest dress of the night. What the hell was that shit? I’ll have to meditate on the best dress, but Jennifer Hudson looked pretty hot.
4. I think the only surprise of the night was that David Fincher didn’t win for Best Director. And even that wasn’t a huge surprise. It’s not like the Coen brothers snuck in for the title or anything. Still, maybe all those people who won for their roles deserved them. I don’t know; I didn’t see half of these films. At some point, I’m going to have to make myself watch The Fighter. All I really know is, Christian Bale should shave that frightening creature off of his face.
5. Finally, for all of you outraged, long-suffering bloggers who are whining about the predictable yet oh-so-tragic loss of The Social Network . . . look, if you’ve seen both films, and you thought that The Social Network was superior, fine, bitch away. But if you haven’t seen The King’s Speech, and you’re just ranting about how the Oscars always pick the “British one” or “the one about kings” or “the inspirational biopic” . . . just do me a favor and shut up, okay? Please? The King’s Speech is an incredible film with a very good script and amazing performances. I can’t say that it deserved top honors—I’ve only seen three of the nominated films—but it’s more than just the stupid, popular girl that wins over the smart, ugly girl for Class President, so maybe you could do me a favor and stop treating it like a whore?