Goldenfiddle’s own awards ceremony correspondent Leroy Street live blogged The Oscars, once again, this year. Unfortunately, there was a ten hour delay (in case of cussing or nudity), so without further ado…

Shortly after 8PM, Naomi Watts and Nicole Kidman enter together, and Nicole Kidman looks like a reverse matchstick. Someone asks her ridiculously about how the shape of her career has changed over time, and she mumbles something imperceptible through lips that have changed a great deal more.

8:14: Is Will Smith gayer than Andre Leon Talley?

8:15: Cameron Diaz, who’s listed as “an avid snowboarder and surfer” on the weird CNN-style bottom screen ticker, must be up for her role as Linda Evangelista in Single White Female 2.

8:17: Given her pallor and complete lack of mineral content, the irony of Cate Blanchett’s name is Hollywood in scale.

8:26: Someone needs to tell Mirren they stopped rolling on The Queen.

8:36: Ellen’s on stage, and Jack is bald. She looks a little like a really successful Elvis impersonating bowler, but she’s off to the best start in recent memory.

8:42: Al Gore is in the audience and looking relatively slim, which means he will definitely win the Oscar for Best Internet.

8:45: Pan’s Labyrinth wins best Art Direction. You have to start somewhere category-wise. Oscar’s still making chili.

8:48: There’s something about Maggie Gylenhaal that makes me think I could be attracted to some kinds of spaniels.

8:53: As Will Ferrell begins a song that ultimately includes Jack Black and John C. Reilly, I wonder why someone fancy doesn’t sing the National Anthem before this whole thing. I think Oscar deserves it as much or more than NASCAR.

8:54: Mark Wahlberg’s wife, Victoria’s Secret model, Stephen Dorff’s ex, and Tara Reid & Paris Hilton sluttin’ buddy Rhea Durham is the hottest thing in the whole room.

8:58: Pan’s Labyrinth again with makeup. They’re on pace for an Oscar sweep.

9:02: Animated Short The Danish Poet. Boring. I’m giving myself the leeway to not have to write about every single thing that happens.

9:11: Elements and Motion, a sound effects choir. I’ve got two words that would put you all out of a job: Bobby McFerrin.

9:16: Here’s a question: Is it cooler to be the best sound editor or the best short director?

9:17: Jessica Biel is incredibly healthy, but how long has Sound Mixing been a category and does anyone really care? Couldn’t we just use this time to imagine her naked?

9:18: Best Supporting Actor. I’m rooting for Jackie Earle Haley, but Djimin Hounsou seems like a shoe-in. Oscar loves topical. Or Eddie Murphy. Or anybody but… Alan Arkin. Beautiful. With a solid shout-out to teachers. Why am I upset he didn’t thank Alan Alda?

9:30: After the The Departed, recap, I’m solidly rooting for Scorsese (again), and quickly reminded by my girlfriend, Tuffy McDanglehandles, that there may even be “something going on” between Clint and Oscar.

9:31: More music. Awesome. Randy Newman’s so vain, he probably thinks this song is about him.

9:39: For a second I really thought Al Gore was going to announce he was running.

9:42: How did Cameron Evangidiaz fit those gumballs so high up in her cheeks? Happy Feet, which I honestly didn’t know existed, wins in a depleted field of three for Animated Feature. Good for the fat guy in a scarf.

9:49: Questions. Why did we just see that ten minute short on writers, introduced by “Academy Award winner Ben Affleck?” Why do I think Dame Tom Hanks actually “works?” Where is last year’s hair? And can there possibly be any more music?

9:54: William Monahan, writer of The Departed, wins and narrowly avoids a Forest Whitaker-style meltdown, with the help of valium, which, he confirms, “works.” Get the nerd-hook.

10:01: At first I was glad that we were seemingly free and clear from the ludicriously theatrical stage re-intrepretations of films, but I agree that Costume Design deserves twenty fucking minutes of it… Where is Ludacris, anway?

10:04: Milena Canonero, the winner of Costume Design (the new most important category) actually says she’s really happy to “win this doll.” Brilliant.

10:05: Tom Cruise is sorry to present and run, but he’s gay. Or thetansexual.

10:13: First true prediction: Children of Men will get cinematography. Pan’s Labyrinth was beautiful, but not really because of how it was “shot.” OK, Pan wins. Another for Guillermo. Someone somewhere is seriously thinking we need to get serious on border control right about now. How about some more music?

10:21: Robert Downey Jr. bows in a self-aware moment of self-consciousness after he delivers yet another “I was really fucked up in the nineties” joke, then feigns excitement when Pirates wins Visual Effects.

10:29: As we begin Best Foreign Picture, and we all collectively say “this is now the most confusing slash irrelevant category,” considering three of the regular best pictures are foreign in either director (Babel) or LANGUAGE (Queen, Letters, Babel), I start to daydream about to whom I’ll give my award for best American presenter.

10:35: OK, Clooney’s the front-runner. And he gives the supporting actress to Jennifer Hudson (Dame Jennifer Hudson?), who thankfully thanks God. Beyonce is totally crying on the outside.

10:41: Tuffy (the girlfriend) blurts “I love him I was just thinking about him,” as Gabriel Gael Garcia Bernal Diego Luna Melquiades Estrada demonstrates how he’s prettier than Bond-girl Eva Green and how The Blood of Yingzhoo District just won Best Documentary Short.

10:44: What’s up with all these comedians disguising stand-up bits as award presentations? I mean what is up with that?! Seinfeld will present Al Gore with the award… Al Gore For Oscar. I’m one for 3.

10:55: Thank God, more music. For some reason Celine Dion comes out of semi-retirement to perform the world premier of “I Knew I Loved You” to honor of Andrea Merconi (sic), who delivers a heart-rending speech in Italian that only his wife and Gwyneth Paltrow understand, and that Clint briefly summarizes. Oscar is chairman of the foreign relation sub-committee.

11:06: Huge Ackman, star of the hit Broadway show The Boy From Oz, is everywhere this year. So he decides to present…

11:12: Screenplay. We’re going with Sunshine, even though it’s no Squid and the Whale, which Oscar saw as no Crash. I like how they’re reading the scripts with the action. Sunshine. Matthew Broderick’s assistant? What is up with these fun facts? Wait, can anybody else hear those?

11:19: You know what would be great right about now? More music.

11:20: I honestly have no idea who Jennifer Lopez is anymore, but she doesn’t sing, so points.

11:26: “It’s Gonna Take Patience” to endure this Dreamgirls medley.

11:28: Jennifer Hudson brings some much needed heaving cleavage to the show. Oh, one almost escapes! Where the hell is Salma Hayek, anyway?

11:30: Interesting that Melissa Etheridge chooses to thank her wife, rather than Jesus. Lesbians are having the best night ever.

11:40: Let’s take a ten minute break for Will Smith, father of presenter Jaden Smith, to “present” Michael Mann’s random comment on Americanism, set to, you guessed it, more music.

11:42: Editing. I didn’t see United 93, but I’ve heard. Departed gets it. Great, but let’s not let Thelma Schoonmaker a wonderfully talented and incredibly old editor, who’s won for Raging Bull and The Aviator, win another one without Marty.

11:51: Ellen’s into her (at least) third costume change. She introduces Philip Seymour Hoffman, last year’s retroactively awarded Forrest Whitaker award winner for most uncomfortable award winner’s acceptance speech, who will present best actress. Let’s go with Helen Mirren. Right. Cue the cheesy ass homage to The Queen.

11:56: These dancers are amazing.

12:00: For the last 3, I’m going with Forest Whitaker, Marty, The Departed, and more music.

12:01: Why did someone tell Reese Witherspoon that chin implants were the new number one sign of “I’m back on the market?”

12:03: It would be nice to see Peter O’Toole win, but then who would win the Forest Whitaker award? Oh, It’s Forest Whitaker.

12:07: If Scorsese doesn’t get to stand up there with the three amigos… it’s about fucking time. He just looks relieved and graciously accepts like he’s done it before. Next.

12:12: Let’s wrap it up with Jack and Diane, the picture for their respective genders of both the cool and crazy of “older age.” They will present Best Picture. to The Departed. Well done.

Well, that was spectacularly humdrum.

Goodnight, Ellen. Goodnight, Oscar. Next year, more music.

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