I followed all the pundits’ Oscar predictions so thoroughly I could have hosted the show and sure enough every one was right. I’m not too shy to say I thought DeGeneres was off her game this time, I hated the pizza business, which went on too long, and didn’t like the set design: ugly recycled dusty water bottles in the shape of Oscars. WTF?
Oscar-winner Liza Minnelli and 1950s screen legend Kim Novak were absolutely scary. Poor Liza was in her jammies and someone has removed Ms. Novak’s cheekbones and broken her jaw. “Why can’t they age naturally?” my sweet husband asked. Think Judi Dench.
Whoopi was wearing what I can only assume was a painter’s tarp and brown cotton fabric from Michael’s. Too hideous for words. Is it intentional? And I was not amused with her Cat in the Hat stripped socks and Wizard of Oz ruby slippers.
And the short guy wearing Bermuda shorts, accompanied by the tall drink of water girl. OMG! Horrible!
What I did like: all four top Oscar winners gave sane, sober and articulate acceptance speeches. Bravo!
My favorite gowns were Sandra Bullock, Cate Blanchette, Kate Hudson, Pink’s red dress, Anne Hathaway, Charlize Theron, Camila Alves, and Bette Midler’s darling Red Carpet frock. By the way I loved Bette’s song tribute.
The best jewels of the night were the $15 million dollar Harry Winston rocks worn by Ms. Theron. Zooie!
Grateful the Academy had the smarts to have lucid younger stars escort and assist some of the ailing antiques: pairing Ms. Jolie with a fragile-looking Sidney Poitier, and a dithering Kim Novak with Mr. McConaughey.
Hoping next year they’ll entice Billy Crystal back to MC.