Oscars

I enjoyed making fun of the Oscars last night. Perhaps the greatest moment for that was when Penelope Cruz and Salma Hayek got up there with matching thick, incomprehensible accents. Penelope might as well have been speaking Spanish. But it did provide some fun imitation opportunities.

And then there was the Beyonce extravaganza. Not again with the freaking Beyonce. Does it have to be all Beyonce, all the time? For the love of pete, get that diva off the stage.

There was an inordinate number of poorly conceived commercials for beauty products. One of my friends exclaimed, "Oh my god! This is the lamest commercial I have ever seen in my entire life." I can't even explain what it was because it didn't make any sense. It was a lot like deciphering whatever the hell Salma and Penelope were saying. Huh?

I'm glad Eastwood won for best director over Scorcese. I liked Million Dollar Baby and didn't bother seeing The Aviator. Plus, Scorcese's glasses are frightening.