Isn’t it just like crazy ol’ liberal Hollywood to FINALLY award that New York staple, Martin Scorsese, an Oscar for a film which he did NOT set in New York City (let’s pretend “the Passion of the Christ” doesn’t count).
That reeks of town-envy, if you ask me.
The Oscars were held last night ^[1], in case some of you are living under a rock and looking to the New York Metblog as your sole source of news.

I must say, did anyone think Jennifer Hudson got just a tiny little dig in that last-minute shout-out to Jennifer Holliday? I was, frankly, getting tired of all the media coverage of Holliday, who appears to be willing to talk about how slighted she’s been by the fact that she won a Tony for portraying Effie in the original Broadway production to anyone with a microphone and a scone.
Al Gore, wooden as always, showed surprising humor, however, and has increasingly left me with feelings of, “why didn’t you show this side of yourself during your campaign so YOU could be the 2nd term president we have right now?”
I must confess, I saw not one of the 5 Best Picture nominees this year and yet, hosting a little impromptu Oscar party in my home for the very first time ever, I realized just how much darn fun it is to be the host; when the party’s over, everyone else leaves and you get to go to bed! It might be 12:30 and you have to be up in three and a half hours, but you still have the privilege of not traveling on the subways.

[photo from Newsday.com]