To be honest, I'm hooked on the Oscars because of all the foo-foo glamour. I'm all about seeing my choice of favorite movies validated but, even more, I like to judge the stars in their natural habitat, the red carpet, and see who rocked it and who didn't. I myself am wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and barbecue sauce while watching the spectacle, so I am technically looking up at them, not down. This is one time it's okay to be judgey. Am I right?
Now that the Oscars are over, I'm giving big props to the Bigelow chick who won Best Director for The Hurt Locker, because not only was she the first woman ever to win the Oscar for best director, but she also rocked the stage in that satiny, pewter, figure-flattering frock (say that three times fast). And how great is it that she won this prize over her famous EX? That's an In-your-face-sucker! moment, isn't it? Bet she raised her fist to Cameron and shouted, "Avatard!"
Although my new fave movie of all-time, Cameron's Avatar (seen twice in 3D and plan to see it again before it's out of theaters), didn't win best picture, I still think it's the most uplifting, invigorating, full-body thrill ride in a chair you can have. With or without a friend--er, I mean, popcorn.
Did you pick any winners?
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