It was funny. It was naff. People looked good, and they boogied like Halston and Liza. It was fun, and, with the help of liquors, it elevated and transported every reveler present. Oscar Night is less a night to watch the Oscars than to be the Oscars, to impersonate, for once, the luminaries and lodestars that summon stares when they do their little turn on the catwalk.
Local improvisation is needed now more than ever, because the Oscars grow drearier by the year.
I, for one, feel better placing my trust in the likes of Cascade AIDS Project. They put us all in the movies.