The horror. The horror. Seth McFarlane hit bold new lows of adolescent unfunniness last night -- "We Saw Your Boobs" -- really? Shatner's sudden appearance almost saved the day, but ultimately underscored the fact that way too much of the first half hour was All About Seth. Past Oscar hosts usually concentrate on the films, while McFarlane found it necessary to do a Kochian "How'm I Doin?" schtick that just devolved into a massive act of auto-analingus.
McFarlane wasn't the only one, though. The cast of THE AVENGERS seemed to be trying to do some kind of comic put-down one-upmanship act, but it fell really flat. It got to the point where I started to dread any sign that anyone was going to try to be funny.
The only really funny thing in the entire telecast was a shot of socks in a dryer. Think about that.
A lot of the show felt really perfunctory, by the numbers. That tired little montage of James Bond clips at least gave us one bit of high-camp class, when Shirley Bassey appeared to sing "Goldfinger" -- for my money the real highlight of the entire show. The Salute To Musicals was well done enough, I guess, and was interesting in that the performance of "All That Jazz" was infinitely better than what wound up in the Oscar-winning travesty, and good old Jennifer Hudson nailed her big song from DREAMGIRLS all over again, and then came that big LES MIS wankjob, with Russell Crowe proving that he just has no shame at all by showing up and making it clear that his godawful vocals weren't just a momentary aberration: the guy just can't f*cking sing.
Ms. Streisand's performance should pretty well put a stop to those rumors that she'll be doing GYPSY any time soon.
As for the awards themselves -- whatever. I'm glad that Jennifer Lawrence won. Can't really comment on Christoph Waltz's surprise, or on Tarantino's, because I haven't and probably won't see the movie. I'd say that ARGO winning Best Picture is like ROCKY winning Best Picture over ALL THE PRESIDENT'S MEN, NETWORK and TAXI DRIVER, but I don't think that any of the nominated films are as good as ALL THE PRESIDENT'S MEN, NETWORK and TAXI DRIVER.
I really really hope that Tina Fey and Amy Poehler host next year. They manage the snark and the mean-ness and the deflation of egos with a degree of warmth and wit and even just plain intelligence that a boob like McFarlane can never approach. Remembering Poehler's joke about how, when it comes to torture, she'll take the word of the woman who spent 5 years married to James Cameron made McFarlane's pathetic smirking bullsh*t ("Here's To The Losers" indeed) all the more embarassing.
At least he never did "You like me, you really like me!" at Sally Field.
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Updated On: 2/25/13 at 10:07 AM