I think Hugh Jackman proved, Sunday night, there's a case to be made against ironic detachment in an Academy Awards ceremony host. Not that I'd want to see a fan-wank every year, but as much as I have loved Jon Stewart & Co, Jackman's sincerity was a nice change of pace.
The staging changes - stealing the intimate look the Emmys adopted in the last couple years - were refreshing for most of the show, up until a point. Specifically, the point where I was past ready for bedtime (I can't imagine how East coasters deal with this) was the point where I'd had enough of the reality show-type nomination readings. Was someone going to get an award, or get booted off the island?
But we all know what really matters — the fashions!
There were two trends I noticed, both returnees from the past: deep blues on the comeback trail, and serious construction. RPI-worthy.
First the blues - few but very noticable.
There was someone else, too, who took it a step further with awful 1970s' blue eye makeup.
Then there were the super-constructed dresses.
This is my tatt:
And these are my
Oh, never mind.