Every Year I Watch and I Don't Know Why...

Hugh... Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. You could maybe have saved it by pulling out the claws and taking Mickey Rourke on...but other than that. Bad. And don't try to sing with Beyonce again. Ever. Leave the woman be.

Slumdog Overload... Bad. Sure, everyone who has seen it has said it's excellent, and, it's not fair to comment probably until I check it out...yet, it sure made for a boring, suspenseless show.

Kate Winslet... Good award, probably more like a lifetime achievement award than for this particular movie...Bad dress. Come on, you're a hottie, (see, Little Children, Washing Machine).

The aforementioned Beyonce. Good. Not a fan of your normal pop stuff, but who can deny you have the pipes.

Mickey Rourke losing to Sean Penn for Best Actor. Bad. Sean Penn's acceptance speech. Good. "You commie homo loving sons of b's...." Come on, perfect.

Ben Stiller and Natalie Portman. Funny and Yummy.

Tina Fey and Steve Martin. Good. Let them host. Please, let them host. Spare us the bad, bad Jackman...

The five on five award presentations for the major awards. Kinda cool. I'd say keep it, but it would probably lose it's luster after awhile.

The fact that all the winners were basically known before the ceremony... Crappy. I need a couple of surprises to get me through the night. Although, that being said, I'm still glad Heath got his well deserved posthumous award.