Oscar gloating

I would like to thank the Academy for having impeccable taste in rewarding on the basis of sheer merit this year. I would also like to thank the Academy for making me look damn brilliant with my best ever prediction results, naming Best Picture, Director, Actor, Actress, Supporting Actor, Supporting Actress and Best Original Screenplay correctly, as this previous post shows.

Of course, I would've liked to see The Diving Bell and the Butterfly be honored, too. But Cannes took care of that.

The best part of all those predictions coming true is that I chose them all based on my gut reaction and true admiration for each film or party involved (except for Daniel Day-Lewis, but after seeing There Will Be Blood, which I hadn't when I made my predictions, I do agree he deserved the statuette).

I only got to see parts of the awards broadcast, but I clapped with joy (and lust) for Javier, got fahklempt about Diablo Cody's charming insecurity, sadly missed Marion Cotillard's speech because of a work call(!), but got up and did a touchdown dance for the Coen Brothers' Best Director Oscar. Booya, to ya. I feel like the belle of the non-existent Vanity Fair party!