Oscar Hangover | slackermama . com

I woke up this morning, my mouth all dried out and sticky, a headache pounding away in my temple and the distinct impression that I had dreamed about Ellen Page and Seth Rogan all night long. And that French chick who won Best Actress. (As I can even remember her name, let alone spell it.)

It was quite a night for the Academy. It seemed like their number one goal last night was to keep me in a perpetual state of confusion. “Wait, I thought they started out with the Best Supporting Actor category!”, “Why are they doing Best Actress NOW?”, “Why do all these song performances keep making me want to stab out my eyeballs?”. Plus, they seemed to want to dispel any preconceived notions I may have had and at one point I was certain they were just giving out the awards to random people. Still, at the heart of it, was Jon Stewart and lo, he rocked. Three cheers for Jon Stewart. I don’t think I could have made it the 3 1/2 hours without him. Okay, I have to give credit to the MamaPop betches too, because reading their reactions over at MamaPopTalk was enough to keep me in perpetual stitches.

Anyhow, here are a couple of my observations from the evening (which got crankier as the night wore on):

It was Year of the French Peeps, apparently. They kept winning all these awards! And I had no idea who any of them were! My son noticed this first and remarked on the trend which caused me to issue forth a very profound, “Yeah!”
I didn’t realize until halfway through the “Best Actress” category that Ruby Dee played Mother Abigail on Stephen King’s The Stand (aired on TV a coons age ago). DUDE. That freaked me out. I love that movie.
I’ve had a thing against the “Best Song” category ever since the year that Moulin Rouge was not nominated for any song. Yes, I know that a great deal of the songs in that movie were simply covers of existing versions. But the best song, “Come What May” was NOT nominated and that pissed me off. Wikipedia assures me that “It should be noted that “Come What May” (the only original song in the film) was disqualified from nomination for an Oscar because it was originally written (but unused) for Luhrmann’s previous film William Shakespeare’s Romeo + Juliet and not written expressly for Moulin Rouge!“ However, I don’t care about the technicalities because that’s just a TRAVESTY of JUSTICE. So I’ve been annoyed with the entire category ever since.
I was highly offended that Transformers was shut out of all three awards it was nominated for (the little-cared-about Visual Effects, Sound Editing and Sound Mixing). Harry was also pretty peeved and from then on out whenever The Bourne Ultimatum would win something he would scream with frustration. Seriously though, how can Transformers NOT win “Best Visual Effects”?? Seriously? Did they even WATCH it? GAH.

In the end, I walked away with 12 correct predictions in our Intra-Family Oscar Pool but Kile edged me out with 13 correct (he picked Sweeney Todd for Art Direction). Harry mustered 3 which impressed me and at one point I wouldn’t have been surprised one bit if he got more right than I did. So Kile gets to pick where we go out to lunch after church next Sunday. High stakes, people.

Harry was packed off to bed when it was over (shortly after 9 here in the Pacific Time Zone) and even though I was exhausted (remember the trip to Winnemucca?), we stayed up another hour and watched the Barbara Walter’s Special. I liked that it ended with Harrison Ford, who still delights me even though he’s 65 (gah!).

So tell me, if you watched, what did you think of the show? Who had the best outfit? Who had the worst? I think Tilda Swinton and Diablo Cody both should have seriously reconsidered their choices. But I think most everyone else looked fabulous (okay, save for Nicole Kidman’s necklace). And did Jon Steward totally rock like I think he did? You know he did.

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