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Oscar finale
Well, it's Red Bulls and vodka for those of you playing the LAist Oscar drinking game. Crash? Really? That was the one nominated film this contributor has seen, and, as Jason observed months ago, that movie featured well-crafted dialogue, but blatant messages more than subtle insight. But it was the cherry on top of the Academy's Sunday of earnest self-congratulation.
Awesome: Queen Latifah's genuine exuberance at fellow hip-hoppers Three 6 Mafia winning the Best Song award.
Michelle Williams's marigold-colored dress was really pretty. Most of the other fashions were sedate and unmemorable, except for Larry McMurtry's joked-about jeans.