The results of this year's Oscars are in, and they're nowhere near as bad as I thought they would be. Not only did Babel get the trouncing it deserved and Scorsese finally get (albeit too late and for too little) the acknowledgement he merits, but Alan Arkin won for best supporting actor (an outcome I hadn't dared to even hope for) and Pan's Labyrinth won three Oscars. I think I've finally figured out the deal with the Oscars. They're completely incapable of recognising genius, but when it comes to making distinctions between the good and the merely mediocre they do an excellent job. Now if only Ryan Gosling had won.
Meanwhile, let me also point you to Xan Brooks' delightful minute by minute coverage of the event - which includes such gems as:
Spielberg sports a non-committal smile and nods every now and then. He looks like John Redwood trying to sing the Welsh national anthem.
So much better than watching the thing on television.
the response of Dreamgirls' Jennifer Hudson, which is purely hilarious. "Oh God," she screams. "Look what God can do."
Needless to say this raises all kinds of theological issues. Principal among these is that if God's greatest miracle is His ability to bestow supporting actress Oscars on losing American Idol contestants, then one wonders if He is using His time as wisely as He might.