Acting's Highest Honor

I didn't take a whole hell of a lot away from last night's Oscars - aside from the fantastic Hurt Locker victory - and my deep, abiding love for RDJ and his turquoise bow tie.

Last night's bloated telecast was very nearly made worth it for three things: the historic director win (and my own personal schadenfreude at James Cameron's expense), my beloved Steve and Alec, and the Iron Man 2 trailer.

I very nearly didn't watch it because I want to go into the theater on May 7th unspoiled and excited. They don't have to convince me any further; I'm already going.

But I succumbed and now I'm even more excited for the premiere. It has so many of my favorite things: jumping out of planes, snarky RDJ, and things blowing up. I'm even on board with the questionable Russian accent - I love questionable Russian accents (I do a great Natasha Badenov).

I'm on the fence about Scarlett's presence, however. I have never been a fan of her style of acting, which seems to consist of a lot of monotone and mouth breathing. I am a fan of kickass women, however, so I'm willing to give her a chance. I don't have a whole lot of love for Gwyneth Paltrow (even less after she started Goop and began encouraging women everywhere to stop eating white foods and carbs. Touch my sandwich and I cut you) and yet I have no problem with Pepper Potts. Some of this may be the healing balm of RDJ's presence, I don't know. Maybe it will work for ScarJo too. Either way, I plan on having fun.