Well, that was a long chat, wasn’t it? Back today, a little less caffeinated, with a few final impressions:
– Silver dresses — lots of them, and most of them very pretty (Amy Adams, Naomi Watts, Halle Berry, Stacy Keibler, Zoe Saldana, Meryl Streep, etc.). A nod to “Silver Linings Playbook”? Coincidence? You tell me.
– Anne Hathaway had all the dresses in the world to choose from, and she chose that one?
– Here is a transcription of the most excellent speech of the night, that of Daniel-Day Lewis:
I really don’t know how any of this happened. I do know that I’ve received so much more than my fair share of good fortune in my life, and I’m so grateful to the Academy for this beautiful honor.
It’s a strange thing because three years ago, before we decided to do a straight swap, I had actually been committed to play Margaret Thatcher. And Meryl was Steven’s first choice for Lincoln. And I’d like to see that version. And Steven didn’t have to persuade me to play Lincoln, but I had to persuade him that perhaps if I was going to do it that Lincoln shouldn’t be a musical.
My fellow nominees, my equals, my betters, I’m so proud to have been included as one amongst you. When we got married 16 years ago, or since we got married 16 years ago, my wife Rebecca has lived with some very strange men. I mean they were strange as individuals and probably even stranger if taken as a group. But luckily she’s the versatile one in the family and she’s been the perfect companion to all of them.
I’d like to thank Kathy Kennedy, our producer, and through you, Kathy, and through you our mighty team of co-conspirators. At the apex of that human pyramid there are three men to whom I owe this and a great deal more: Tony Kushner, our beloved skipper Steven Spielberg and the mysteriously beautiful mind, body and spirit of Abraham Lincoln. For my mother, thank you so much.
– Seth MacFarlane. Liked the singing (a lot). Liked some of the jokes. Still prefer Amy and Tina. Or perhaps Daniel Radcliffe, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Charlize Theron and Channing Tatum (who knew?) could host an all-dancing version of the Oscars next year
– How much fun was it to see Dame Shirley Bassey having the time of her life with “Goldfinger”?
– Notice what a teeny, tiny bit of singing Russell Crowe was allowed to do? Frankly I was hoping he’d break into “And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going.” Maybe next time. Or “Maybe Next Time.”
– And with that, the Oscars — the silliness, the speeches, the songs, the selections that make us all want to argue — are done. See you next year.