Oh my aching Oscars...

I'm kicking myself for watching the always disappointing Oscars. The much awaited hosting gig by Jon Stewart could have been great but was...not so much so....at least early on as the sonambulent Hollywooders tried to figure out his humor. Best actor went to a guy (Philip Seymour - it always helps to have three names - Hoffman) who you presume is gay but isn't...playing a writer (with a funny voice - acting) who was really gay, while the loser was an obviously very straight gaucho (Aussie with cowboyish accent - more acting) who played it the other way and had to smooch a dude (which I guess is more acting). If the gay sheeplover's perfomance didn't get the Heathster an Oscar I guess its back to "A Knights Tale"... On the Best Actress front, Felicity Huffman, who in real life is not an attractive woman, played a very unattractive dude (with funny voice - more acting) but got beat by Reese Witherspoon (southern belle) playing her (southern belle) aunt or something with a black wig (acting...maybe not so much) with knda her real voice (even less acting). Best picture went to Crash because it had more Hollywood types in it...a victory for numbers and diversity in the year of socially relevent and meaningful "small" films. George Clooney got to mug alot and the Three 6 Mafia channeled a little "Westside Story" meets the Source Awards.

Later..
Galli