So once again I’m unable to post a non-YouTube video on here, so you’ll have to make do with a link to Perez Hilton for today’s pick me up. To no ones surprise, Meryl Streep won her third golden man last night, it seems that even she thinks her record 17 nominations are overkill.
Her speech was equal parts original, funny and moving – as she mentioned the certainty surrounding her victory in the run up to the awards and then paid tribute to her longtime hair stylist (and now Oscar winner) J. Roy Helland, as well as the rest of her friends in the audience. And let’s face it, she’s probably friends with most of the audience by now.
While I’m in agreement that her accurate portrayal of Maggie Thatcher deserved a win, I wish that she had not been up against such strong candidates, such as Viola Davis. I rewatched The Help last night and remembered just how much I utterly loved it the first time, Viola’s stellar performance more than qualifies her for Oscar glory, maybe next time.
It was a pretty dull ceremony in all, no real surprises – how amazing would it have been if Melissa McCarthy’s name had been on the envelope?! Ah well, maybe next year the most exciting moment won’t be that Sacha Baron Cohen has poured Kim Jong Il’s ashes onto Ryan Seacrest, but something that was actually relevant to the awards.