At least there was a surprise. When Billy Crystal appeared to a standing ovation, maybe the audience had the same fantasy I did: that he was about to take over as host. Only his few minutes of energy and humor weren’t enough to save the Titanic. You can read far better (actually, worse) Oscar reviews than mine; here’s just a few quick takes:
Best interviewer on the red carpet: Tim Gunn
Best color on the red carpet: red
Biggest controversy on the red carpet: Cate Blanchett’s dress (on Best-dressed and Worst- dressed lists)
Best line: Tom Hooper, Best Director for The King’s Speech: “Listen to your mother.”
Best switch: Christian Bale, famous for his x-rated rant, was the better-behaved Supporting Actor winner.
The Sally Field award to Melissa Leo who will be eternally remembered for dropping the f-bomb.
The Miley Cyrus Award for age appropriate attire and attitude: Hailee Steinfeld.
The Heidi Klum Award for body after baby: Penelope Cruz ( gave birth one month ago)
Best dresses of the night: were all on Anne Hathaway
No surprise she also handled most of the hosting duties– when you realize James Franco had to squeeze in Oscar rehearsals and performing while studying for a doctorate at Yale. They’re both adorable, both talented; but they were over their heads.
I’d be thrilled to see Billy Crystal come back. And of course I never get enough of Alec Baldwin. But it’s not all about the hosts—I think the show desperately needed better writing and pacing.
Go figure—For its biggest showcase, with an audience of a billion people— the entertainment industry produces a show that is not entertaining.
If you watched the pre-show, you know it took Justin Timberlake an hour to walk 500 yards of red carpet—while I calculated that it took the average TV viewer 109 hours to watch a 3 hour show.
As the show ended, as promised I created a Facebook page for Billy Crystal to host; and I wasn’t the only one with the same idea. On the other hand, no one knows better than Hollywood folks that today’s fame is fleeting. And it’s already tomorrow. Until next year, the Oscars are already history.
Unless you’re James Franco and you have to wake up and read the reviews. I hope he’s getting better grades at Yale.