Turns out I got a lot more right regarding my Oscars predictions than I thought I would. If only more money was in the pool. Some thoughts:
> The '30s-inspired set was nice, but it did feel awkwardly intimate in the front row, especially since Meryl Streep's pouty, arm-clinging daughter was in the middle of every over-the-shoulder-of-announcer shot of the crowd.
> The opening number was saved by Hugh Jackman ending it by singing "I AM WOL-VER-INE!" and raising his fists.
> The rehearsed praise for acting nominees by previous winners was long-winded and a little awkward.
> I loved Penelope's speech because she said, "Thank you Oody."
> Thank God for Japanese award-winners! "Sank you... my pencirr."
> Tina Fey and Steve Martin are meant to be.
> Is Tilda Swinton David Bowie's long-lost brother?
> I usually don't pick a live action short on the ballot until I see the clips during the nomination announcements. Then I pick the one that has to do with Nazis. 2 for 2 so far.
> Is the musical really back or is it just Beyonce? Again.
> If I were Peter Gabriel I wouldn't want to perform half my song sandwiched between two from SLUMDOG, getting cut off by someone screaming, "Jai Ho!!"
> Sophia Loren is 74. Give her a break. Somehow it's harder to give a break to Goldie Hawn though. Lift the front of your dress!
> Sean Penn pulls ahead of Rourke for the win in the only really unpredictable category, then calls the Academy "Commie, homo-loving sons of guns." Yes.
> What mystical forest did Danny Boyle escape from?