One of the potential perks for gay people is that you get two superbowls a year. This year we got to attend two fantastic parties, one for Superbowl XLI and one for 79th Oscars.
Based on Oscar-79, I can confirm AS's belief in widescreen HDTV (but automatic tilt and soft-mute are must haves, too) and that gay culture, whatever that is, is alive and well.
Our pre-Oscar quiz, which I failed miserably in comparison to the film aficionados about me, included the following question:
"Das Boot received 6 Oscar nominations, including Best Director, Best Cinematography, and Best Adapted Screenplay. How many did it win?
(a) 4 (b) 3 (c) 2 (d) 1 (e) 0."
Ellen was superb. As anyone who has seen her daily program knows, she wears her post-gay attitude effortlessly and just lets her quirky verbal delivery do its magic.
Penelope Cruz was stunning, Helen Mirren pulled off her LaCroix, and Kate Winslet may have had the best earrings on the runway. The trend toward skinny, black ties on the guys was ridiculous.
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I could hear the Champagne bottles popping up on Beacon Hill at The Departed ... with such an all-star cast, one wonders how much that influenced voting. Best Picture was a toss-up this year, but in the end, I would have gone with the combo of Flags and Letters from Iwo (if you see the films back-to-back it is somehow quite different than as they were released). Foreign Language and Documentary seemed to be to be exceptionally rich categories this year, and everyone ought to get past Al Gore to the other films.
Sadly, Eddie Murphy, a longtime favorite of mine, didn't win, but Alan Arkin was worthy (we still quote some of his lines from Little Miss around the house). Few got Melissa Etheridge for best song (and after-party reports were that she was thrilled to pieces), except my other half.
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