I agree with migue in a couple of things, I disagree with Titi in others, and vice versa. 

First of all, considering I'm sometimes lactose intolerant, I might have ended up running to the bathroom at the end of night with all the cheese that was thrown my way. This was no Kraft migue, this was smelly old rotten blue cheese. Blue cheese tainted with the tacky Hispanics - Banderas' flamenco kick - the over emotional "colored" America (as Halle Berry called blacks during her speech) - Foxx's story about getting whipped by a woman who now talked to him during his sleep - and the bad white-boy jokes - Penn defending Law, Hoffman playing Focker.

But the cheese was not entirely rotten. Amenabar saved the Spanish speaking community with a top-notch classy speech that did not need to be sung, Rock saved the "colored" community by being as funny as only Conan will surpass, and Robin Williams brought the good jokes up notches by coming out with a white tape on his lips. For those who saw his award presentation at the Spirit awards the night before this was indeed the best joke of the night, for those who didn't, then it was probably the short-film nominee who played asleep when his name was mentioned.

I loved the stage with the flying strips of movie footage. And although the shifting presenters around the theater and bringing all nominees up the stage for the awards seems a little Wapa, I must say it got the job done. However, the possibility of another Benigni-type acceptance speech, which Oscar pre-show memorabilia celebrates, is nill.

As for Scrosese losing best-director, I don't mind. In fact, I prefer it. Aviator was not the movie to win an Oscar with. He'll be back, and he'll be good. I disagree with Migue's narrow-minded "sad sad sad state of events" rant. All those actors were good directors as well. and in good movies (still love Waterworld and Tatanka). And if Leo should have won, it should have been for Arnie Grape, not for his portrait of a self-agrandizing true hollywood story. Remember Leo when he was a Romeo? A basketball diary drunk? I prefer that Leo and I believe its the Leo that will lurk in his future roles.

All in all, maybe I'd prefer to watch the Oscars with the Miami crew or the Chicago boy next year because this year the cheese seemed too hard to swallow by myself. At least with Felipe I can share the florecitas.
