So I really did watch the Oscars Sunday. We turned it on late (at 9 – what self respecting awards show starts at half past eight??) and…err… I fell asleep sometime around 11 or 11:30 and woke up in time to see Lucas, Spielberg and Eastwood (?) name Scorcese the winner of Best Direction. The camera panned at one point to Helen Mirren, holding her little golden guy and I thought, “When did Helen Mirren win? What did I miss?”
Well, yeah, the big awards, doofus. I stayed up long enough for Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson (who were both so good in the movie Reds) to name The Departed for Best Picture and then headed to sleep for real.
I am such a lightweight! I used to stay up for all of this stuff and now I can barely pry my eyes open long enough for the biggest night in entertainment.