After getting up at 5am Sunday for a Seattle-to-Newark flight, I knew it would be nigh-impossible to make it through the end of the Oscars that evening. Luckily, Tivo came through for me and I got to see the last hour or so last night … but only because Gil helped me extend the programming time. I can be such a girl.
The main reason I tuned back in was to see the Dreamgirls medley — also, Peter O’Toole munching on tasty human brains. But PO’T exhausted himself with a vigorous round of blinking, Jennifer Hudson’s jiggle was more controlled than her singing, and BeyoncÃ© didn’t have the oomph we’ve come to expect. Maybe she gets her verve from clingy fabrics, I dunno. Just as I was about to declare the whole thing a bust, Anika Noni Rose stepped up to show why she belongs on stage; she morphed into a diva and reminded us that there were THREE women in that movie anddon’tmakemetellyouagain.
I’m posting a clip of the segment so you can behold Ms. Rose’s gown — my favorite of the evening — as well as her performance. It’s a mystery to me that the dress didn’t get love […]