If there was one resolution made during last night's Academy Awards viewing, it was this: I resolve to go see The Queen. I missed it, thinking it looked tearfully boring at the time of its release. Plus, I generally try to avoid biopics--unless, that is, they have something to do with Truman Capote. But in an evening wrought with political handouts and unflattering eveningwear, Helen Mirren was the class-act standout. For one, she wore her dress, by Christian Lacroix, better than anyone else wore theirs--kudos to her to her for daring to wear something so low cut. And at her age!!
(Here's my parenthetic thoughts on last night's dresses: Penelope Cruz's Versace was the best dress, in my humble opinion. I also liked Nicole Kidman's red Balenciaga number with the big shoulder bow, although her plasticized forehead did nothing for the overall look. Cameron Diaz's white, origami-inspired Valentino was also nice; this is something I'd actually want to wear! But aside from that, I'm not diggin' the futuristic metallics, which can make even a starlet look paunchy. Jennifer Hudson, I love you 'n all, but get rid of that Oscar de la Renta rag--and fast!!)
In any case, for those, like me, who still haven't seen The Queen, it's playing at The Heights this evening through Thursday.


I resolve to become friends with more old guys. Seriously, Clint Eastwood forgot his reading glasses and Marty didn't know where to walk after he got his award; how great are those guys?