Oscars post mortem

At 11:15 Sunday night, I was tired. I wanted to get to bed. Only 15 minutes was scheduled until the end of the Oscars. Six categories left, so clearly getting the show done in time was going to be tough. Instead of rushing through the six categories, a lengthy tribute to a 50 year old musical began.

This is a slap in the face to those of us in the Eastern Time Zone who work for a living. I get up around 6 am. So I was in no mood to see Lady Gaga sing when all I wanted at that point is to know who won screenplay, director, actor, actress, and picture Oscars.

This was the third year in a row for the Oscars to be produced Craig Zadan and Neil Meron. It needs to be their last. These guys couldn't put together a good show to save their lives. Let's look at the good decisions they have made in the past year.

They hired Ellen DeGeneres to host last year.

That's about it. Meanwhile, I have sat through bloated overproductions with tributes to Dreamgirls, Wizard of Oz, and Sound of Music. None of which were nominated in those respective years. Two years ago I sat through the worst Oscars host in my lifetime. This year, I sat through a host who apparently had been stranded without a writing staff.

I love the Oscars. I love the guessing at the nominations, guessing at the winners (even though I had a tough year this year). But the show has been an endurance test for too much of the past three years. Enough is enough. Zadan and Meron must go.