I remember the transition from:
"And the winner is ..." to
"the Oscar goes to ..."
I am old school.
And the winner for best activity while watching the Oscars is: baking cookies and reading Twitter. I've been asked to bake two types of cookies, chocolate chip and "something the dog could eat."
And the winner for best host of the Oscars is: Billy Crystal. God bless Eddie Murphy for stepping down. Runner-up: the drunken ego-fest of Frank Sinatra, somebody else, and some other guy years ago. There was shrieking in my family's living room.
And the winner for best picture will be: The Help, because it is has the most social significance.
The Artist will win everything else. I haven't seen The Artist, but I think of it fondly. That's because at trivia this month, the crowd was to listen to recorded quotes and answer what movie they were from. While the staff was fiddling with the recordings and everyone was silently waiting, I called out "The Artist!" Scattered laughter. A call-back to Billy Crystal right there, when that one producer's mic wasn't working and he quipped, "it's appropriate because he got his start in silent movies."
I think the number of nominations this year was excessive. War Horse, really? I liked Midnight in Paris, like Moneyball, but I also watched Bad Teacher this afternoon and enjoyed that.