Nice dress, you might say. However, I've seen it before: it was nearly the same dress my daughter-in-law got married in last October, and it looked better on the bride. Valentino looked like a fossil, and clearly he hasn't gotten out much lately.
Moving on. The entire show was pockmarked by moments like these:
- Melissa Leo's acceptance speech, where she had to say fucking, which got bleeped. Apparently playing a white trash mom wasn't much of a stretch for her, which I suspected. Don't you hate it when someone who knows they're going to win acts like it's such a shock? Oh please.
- Another supremely boring speech from Natalie Portman, who needs either an editor or duct tape.
- Christian Bale's hyped up accent, which sounded Australian, and yes I know he's British. Seemed to forget his wife's name, too.
- Having to listen to Florence minus the machine, who inevitably sings off-key live.
- Uninspired "jokes", stale and staler
- James Franco looked as though every time he went backstage, he toked up again
- An old video of Bob Hope, whose lines were better than any heard from a host last night.
- The closing moment of a school choir from New York. OK, sweet and all, but when that was the best they could come with in terms of musical entertainment (and it was), yikes.
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