Another year where, despite people speculating that things might be close here or there, every single favorite in all the major categories won. Ho-hum.

As a broadcast, not up there (down there?) with the worst, and Ellen was fine. But it went half an hour long for absolutely no reason. Pointless montages and two extra songs, Pink singing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" and Bette Midler "The Wind Beneath My Wings", that could have gone to Steve Martin, Angela Lansbury, and Angelina Jolie getting their special awards on the live, international broadcast instead of a couple weeks ago.

About the only directorial decision that I happily champion is that the auditorium sound was muted during the In Mememorium segment, so we weren't subjected to the annual Death Popularity Contest. If that hadn't been immediately followed by Midler's song, it would have been perfect.

Bill Murray's impromptu little tribute to Harold Ramis and Kevin Spacey's facial expression photo bomb in the much-re-Tweeted selfie are the highlights of the night, which tells you how unexciting the broadcast was.



Oh, well.

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