Every year, from late December to early March, people don't talk so much about movies themselves as they do about the alleged awfulness of movie awards shows. Some rant on and on and on, sounding approximately like crazy cabbies. The cynicism and negativity can be toxic.
If they are so outraged, why do they bother to watch, I ask. And the outrage is more than a little excessive, given something as simplistic (simple-minded?) as your average movie awards show.
And being the last is what's caused it so much heartache in recent years.
It didn't matter that the blest Cate Blanchett and Jared Leto won yet again. Who cares really? What mattered was that we got to see Meryl Streep and Brad Pitt, both dressed to the nines, eating pizza.
And a most appropriate one.
BTW, the official Oscar site has an unedited memoriam of 160 names in all, 78 of which are represented with photographs and are alphabetized.
The list, alas, was ultimately pruned down to 47 names for broadcast.