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 Beyoncé 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 […]




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