I haven't really been watching the Oscars the last three or four years - the ceremony, famously described by George C Scott as a meat parade, keeps finding new ways to get more boring each year - but just caught some of today's show. What I enjoyed most was the almost resigned, "ya, well" expression on the faces of the Coen Brothers as they went up to collect their three awards for No Country for Old Men. (The two of them are such non-Oscar types in nearly every way that it feels strange even seeing them up on the stage - they belong in a parallel universe.) Also liked Joel Coen's wisecrack after they won for best adapted screenplay - "We're very selective - we've only adapted Homer and Cormac McCarthy so far", which was a dig at the boo-boo made by the Academy a few years ago when it nominated them in the adapted screenplay category for O Brother, Where Art Thou (which was only very loosely inspired by The Odyssey). Predictably, hardly anyone in the audience laughed.
Otherwise, dull ceremony as usual. But now is a good time to point you towards the Coens' magnificent body of work. My favourites among their films, in no particular order, are Barton Fink, Raising Arizona, Blood Simple, Fargo and The Man Who Wasn't There, but nearly everything they've done is more original and refreshing than most Hollywood studio productions. Yes, even the less-known works like The Hudsucker Proxy, which features the funniest scene you'll ever see that involves a man leaping to his death from the top floor of a skyscraper.
Heck, go watch all their films. Meanwhile, I'll try to fill the gap in my fan resume by buying a pirated DVD of No Country for Old Men.