I think it's been three years since I've watched the Oscars. Last year I tuned in for about ten minutes to see a little bit of the train wreck in Union Station (see what I did there?), and just couldn't take it. But the writing was on the wall as of three or four years ago.
I've now seen some of the "highlights" of last night, and what a disaster. A few of the newer people are fine actors and all, but their presence doesn't hold a candle to what we used to know as star power. Kevin Costner seemed like a mummy dusted off for ... I'm not sure what reason. The appearance of Coppola, De Niro, and Pacino -- holy cow. Only Coppola was allowed or prepared to speak, and the other two looked like they weren't sure why they were there, like they've already gone over the hill. Which brings us to the spectacle of Liza Minelli who very clearly was unable to cope with either the reading of names or of holding a thought together to form a whole sentence. Ghastly. What were they thinking? How is this celebratory in any way, or in any way respectful to her? I don't have any real affection for Lady Gaga, but I have to agree that she did a masterful job, even if it had to be sadly obvious, of humanely guiding her through the whole ordeal.