Jon Stewart did a pretty good job, but wow, talk about warming up a tough room…
It was interesting to see that the Academy spread the love and no one film ran away with all the awards. I have yet to see Crash, Capote, Walk the Line, Syriana, or The Constant Gardener, so it’s problematic for me to comment on the winners or losers in those films. My favorite for best adapted screenplay — Brokeback Mountain — won, though, vindicating my belief that a simple story of character interaction is one of the most powerful tools of communication. The original short story by Annie Proulx could have been read during one of the endless montages of film clips. (Why couldn’t the director have put her face on the screen? She was there in the audience and the winners mentioned her name several times. Oh, well; writers are a modest lot anyway.) Speaking of writing, however, the person responsible for writing some of the introductions to the montages or performances needs to find another line of work. Watching Lauren Bacall stumble through the tribute to film noir was painful.
The best part was that we got through the entire ceremony without Adam Sandler, Pauly Shore, or David Spade showing up. There are some small blessings.
I was pleasantly surprised to see the whole thing over before midnight Eastern Time. Like 90% of the rest of the country, my TV was off as soon as Jack Nicholson said, “Crash!”
Anyway, congratulations to all the winners. Sic transit gloria.