Finally! The stupid writers' strike is finally over.
Which means that this Sunday, the Oscar's will be filled with the normal fashion hits and misses, long speeches and horrible teleprompter jokes. This, of course, is in direct contrast to the Golden Globes where there were only two people on TV making long speeches and horrible teleprompter jokes.
I have to say, I've been abnormally lax about my own viewing of nominated movies. In fact, I've seen not a one. Unless you count Ratatouille.
However, what I lack in actual film knowledge, I will totally make up for in trashy magazine know-how. I am completely up to date on my United States Weekly and wwtdd.com. If, for example, someone would pause from their cinematic theory on Atonement to ask what Lindsay Lohan has been up to, I'm totally there.
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