I was afraid that Pan's Labyrinth would run away with the show for a while.
I was afraid that Al Gore would run away with the show, and he did.
I found myself staring at people's ears.
Was Jack Nicholson not well? There seemed to be a lot of random footage of him lurking in the wings. Does he have a pipe organ beneath the theatre? Subterranean lake? I'm pretty sure he's got a reserved seat at the Oscars. Hmmm.
I liked the Snakes on a Plane shadow. And the Oscar Shadow. And, I guess, the pistol shadow. The rest, meh.
I made a list of movies I neglected to see this year. Thank you, Netflix.
Ellen was OK. I liked Jon Stewart and Steve Martin, though. Either of them could come back, assuming they're not in any movies that are likely to be nominated next year.
Once again, the commercials for the Oscars were superior to the commercials for the Superbowl. I liked the J. C. Penney commercial that recreated classic movie scenes.
I fast forwarded through the music. The last time I enjoyed a musical performance at the Oscars, it was from Triplets of Belleville. I'd totally rent a DVD of the Oscars from that year, just to see that performance again.
Speaking of music, how accurate was Clint's summary of Ennio's speech? It seemed like Clint (ok, a man of few words) said a lot less than Ennio.
In this era of hundreds of channels and TiVo and digital transmission and storage, I'd be fine with the Oscar ceremony being broadcast on its own pay-per-view channel with extra footage, including the technical oscars. Give me 12 hours of goodness, I'll record it and watch it 2 hours at a time.
Any particular reason why we cut so early to Gwyneth walking onto stage? She's pretty, sure, but it's not like she walks like a goddess. Left foot, right foot. Or maybe right foot, left foot. Nothing that impressive.