Truly, most of us in attendance had a lot of fun...and while alcohol was an option, no one seriously imbibed. We ate, drank, laughed, voted (we had small Olympics®-style numerical cards we held up for the dresses), and generally carried on with great merriment. Not to mention we had some seriously wonderful balloons everywhere...some that were even the same size and design as the Oscars® themselves.
It was well until Monday afternoon before I seriously could even consider that maybe Ellen DeGeneres didn't blow other viewers away. For once, the Oscars® didn't seem to take themselves that seriously and the show 'worked' more often than it failed. So it was four hours plus...everyone who watches these things know they don't stay on schedule so I guess I just never take those complaints that seriously. Ellen seemed carefree and also took the high road a bit...not good for a comedy club, mind you, but just about what you want for one of these shindigs. Despite the critics elsewhere, we at the RCG, anyway, thought she did really well. And her bit with Clint Eastwood, giving direction to uber filmmaker Steven Spielberg??? Classic Ellen... You can see the actual 'finished' photo collaboration here at Hollywood Grind. I kept waiting for her to go up to Jack Nicholson and rub her hands on his new Daddy Warbucks-like bald head (and maybe even kiss it for good measure), but sadly it was not to be. Not this year, anyway.
Although, for the life of us, we did not...and I still do not...'get', let alone like, the appearance of Celine Dion's singing of a song that technically didn't even have words when originally composed by honoree Ennio Morricone. Dear God, stop her before she realizes his "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly" theme song is one of Morricone's most recognized works. No wonder that dear man spoke Italian afterwards (although a bit surreal as translated by Dirty Harry himself). If it had been my song she had so saccarinely overdone, I would have been talking in a foreign language, too...if for no other reason than to politely cuss her out to no more than 20 million or so (give a half million here or there introductory Italian language students).
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