And not just THE Oscars, but, unarguably, the most boring Oscar show ever.
By the time it was ended I promise you, I was clear on the other side of menopause. (All those montages… half the time I wasn’t sure if we were still on commercial.)
Thank goodness for Ben Stiller who gave us a laugh doing a timely version of Joaquin Phoenix, whom the world had just last week seen go all the way to Crazy Town and back on Letterman.
Oh, and for a bit more entertainment, there was that enormous, squirrely crew of Slum Dog Millionaire who, collectively, look (honest-to-God) like the entire Lonely Hearts Club wall from those Junior High school dance days. Sorry, but somebody has to be the bitch and just say it.
And, through it all theer, was Our Larry. Our good ol' Michigan, cut-to-the-chase, meat & potatoes, tell it like it is Larry who finally got up and, strolling toward the bedroom in his boxers, commented in his usual Slagle way ... with a manner he has that channels parts of my dad and other grumpy old men … “Boy, I wish they’d just put that end stuff up first. I could have gone to bed hours ago!”
See you next year!