james, anne, colin and others

i've never been so bored in an awards show ever. i blame the organizers. james franco and anne hathaway are good actors. but the committee who hired them ever got to see all their interviews in all the late night shows in existence, all their ad libs in SNL and decided for the right reasons, whether these kids could do the job? what young demographic? i've been watching this ceremony since shirley mclaine won her best actress award for terms of endearment and i was like nine. sense of humor is innate. last year, alec baldwin and steve martin were funny. the years before that, the singing-dancing hugh jackman was entertaining and chris rock was blunt and harsh on jude law, who's most redeeming value is that he's a dignified tottenham hotspur fan.

the winners are predictable. the king's speech, or as my husband describes it, a film of self-aggravating bollocks, probably through the weinstein power of campaigning, won best picture. while the social network is showing this march on tv. colin firth, reminiscent of previous english winners like daniel day lewis and helen mirren was not only articulate but a bright spot in the humor department. i've read that a third bridget jones movie is in the planning stages. christian bale spoke like my husband's friend john in his acceptance speech. was that his real accent, batman? melissa leo, who wore a doily, uttered the F word in a world where the F word is not acceptable. but sounds alright to me.