I would like to thank the Lord of the Rings for making this Oscar evening rather boring and predictable.
(No, I did not see the 2nd and 3rd movies because I couldn’t wake up after the first one.)
I would like to thank Renee Zellweger for managing to not pout for more than 3 seconds at a time.
I would like to thank Denys Arcand for making me watch this show with anticipation for hours and for not saying a word once he got the award.
That is all.
Thank you.
(Oh, one more thing: Why, oh why can’t a perfectionist like Peter Jackson realize how badly he needs a haircut – or at least a brush to the hair – and if he is so into details, why can’t he see that his glasses need to be replaced? Can’t one of the 25,000 people on his crew talk to him about it?)
