Ok, the Oscars are over. I sat at Mike's eating homemade garlic fingers (they don't make them in Upper Canada) and drinking cider. I don't know why, but for some reason "train wreck" comes to mind when I think of this year's awards.
It seemed a little sloppy. I can't decide if I liked Chris Rock as host or not. I didn't like that he introduced guests by insulting them. He kept it fairly clean, though. I missed the first 15 minutes because I thought it started at 9pm and Mike and I were watching "Arrested Development." So, I didn't hear all of the monologue.
I didn't like the whole "let's bring all the nominees onto the stage" thing. It made it feel like they were being picked for dodgeball or something. I didn't mind the ones that were presented from the audience, though. Good for Jeremy Irons for being funny after Rock implied that he didn't have it in him.
Ok, I'll bite the bullet and discuss the awards. I hated how Million Dollar Baby was directed. It was all so predicable and repetitive. It was like: "Check me out! I'm directing a drama! Shadows, darkness, and stark lighting: check, check, and check!" I thought Mystic River was way better. Fine, I don't care that it won Best Pic. I agree with Melanie when she says she wasn't all that moved by it. Neither was I. It was my third favourite. I knew Sideways wasn't going to get it, but it would have been a great upset.
Jamie Foxx, yup. Fine.
The Swank: worst acceptance speech ever.
False emotion + bland = reflexes contrary to swallowing.
Cate: Yay on Cate getting this. She looked gorgeous, her speech was humble and lauditory, and she deserved it. I would have also liked to have seen Virginia Madsen up there for a kick, but meh.
Morgan Freeman's awesome, but I hated this role. I think it's one of those we love him, let's give him an Oscar, anyway, situations. If it was that type of award, I'd rather give it to Alan Alda.
Meh. That'll do for my commentary. I was glad I'd seen all the best pic picks. Still, I have to see Hotel Rwanda, Vera Drake, and Closer.