Well, since the credits are still rolling, I'll give you the last word of the Grand Vizier.
"Fine-a-fucking-lee."
"Let me explain. No, it takes too much time. Let me sum up."
Clothes - boring.
Awards - boring.
Host - boring.
It's 12:17, and I'm going to sleep.
Better luck next year.
Diane Keaton's really loosening up. She's not wearing a turtleneck OR a scarf.
Or gloves.
Dear Lord, it's Apocalypto.
I read that Martin Scorsese has worn the same tuxedo for eleven years. And yet, he still looks more carefully groomed than PSH.
Not only can George Lucas not write dialogue, he can't speak it either.
QUIT WASTING TIME AND GIVE OUT THE DAMN AWARDS.
Reese - blah.
Nice little speech by Helen Mirren. Who wisely avoided getting too close to PSH.
It was nice of PSH to put on the same suit he wore last year after he rolled around in whatever it was he found in the yard and got it all over his hair.
I like Thelma Schoonmaker's dress and wrap.
Jodie Foster looks gorgeous. I'm still not crazy about the straps, but the flow, the color... heaven.
Speaking of heaven, who will win the applause-o-meter of the dead tonight? Robert Altman.
Last year's Oscars were over by now. We've still got five more awards to go.
