Oscar, Oscar, Oscar

Alas, for my Oscar-watching plans fell through due to weather, so I'll be chilling like a villain here in the Blue Room flat, live-blogging like the geek I am. (Any of you local pals who would like to brave the snow that is coming and the cat that is Veda are welcome, as the place is actually fairly tidy for once.)

I don't have a horse in this year's race, other than a lingering fondness for my own personal favorite film of the year, Little Miss Sunshine. The Queen looks like what folks have been saying, a tv movie with a great performance in the middle of it, and while I can go a lot of places with James Cromwelll, after seeing him last as a schizophrenic netty-pot-loving archeologist I'm not sure I could buy him as Prince Philip. After the self-satisfied lameout that was Crash there is no way I'm watching Babel. I might pick up The Departed on cable at some point, and as for Letters From Iwo Jima, I'm a girl so I think I'm not supposed to like war movies anyway. It might be the most boring ceremony ever. Ping me if you're watching, dude, and we'll be bored together.

If there weren't blacks, jews and gays there would be no Oscars!

I don't have a lot to say about the red carpet, except no snarking on Ryan. He's a boo and he's trying very hard.

Now, those of you who have not visited Los Angeles might not know that the Kodak Theater . . . is in a MALL. There's like, a smoothie place just to the right of the staircase. Ah, only in LA must a landmark building include crappy retail.

( Cut for spoilers )

Well, what did you think?