Then again, this fevered viewer’s not responsible

First of all, I take no responsibility for anything that I wrote here yesterday. I was sick, and I have a doctor’s note to prove it. That said, it’s been fun reading all the post-Oscar commentary, especially over the “upset” win for Best Picture that “Crash” pulled off.

First of all, it was no upset. This was no “Shakespeare in Love” punching the air out if the audience by winning over “Saving Private Ryan.” This was two well-made films tackling important cultural issues with one, “Crash,” simply using a broader palate than “Brokeback Mountain.” It was my pick for film of the year all along.

As for the rest of the show, I’m glad that I used every musical number as an excuse to flip over to the Zags’ game. Musical numbers have always been the worst parts of the Oscar broadcast (anyone remember Rob Lowe and Snow White ?).

The show did have its high moments: George Clooney’s speech about his being glad that Hollywood is “out of touch,” Reese Witherspoon’s glow as she thanked June Carter, the “Wallace and Gromit” guys wearing big bowties and I’d even add the acceptance speech by the hip-hop winners of Best Original Song but my wife had us watching hoops.

Overall, though, the night seemed … boring. Slow. As good as Jon Stewart is, he was never able to summon up any real energy. And what was with the music playing over the acceptance speeches? That was one of the tackiest Oscar moments of all time.

And believe me, that’s truly saying something.