The ceremony has begun! With the music of Bonanza and a set straight out of Tron. We open with a series of backslaps and an opening number from Hugh Jackman, who has put together ‘his own tribute’, which involves him mingling and singing to members of the audience in an incredible series of film linked song-and-dance numbers.
At one point, Anne Hathaway is scooped up onto the set to play Richard Nixon – it’s audience participation! Jackman unexpectedly perches on Frank Langella’s lap, says something about him being overweight, and gives the dancing his all. It could so easily be a disaster, but it’s amazing to watch. The man will be a physical wreck by the end if he keeps up this pace. (The standing ovation is fuel to his artistic fire.) It all brings a smile to the face of Angelina Jolie (very different to her appearance at the Baftas).
The neat conceit of this year’s award-giving is that five of the previous winners of an Oscar emerge to give tribute to each nominee, rather than having one person read them all. It works rather well – snappier and more flexible, while adding historical heft (and explains the relative absence of stars on the red carpet). Much more fun for the writers, too: ‘It’s not easy being a nun’, deadpans Whoopi Goldberg on Amy Adams’s role in Doubt. Penelope Cruz is the first victor, for Best Supporting Actress – there are tears and standing ovations everywhere, and look set to be a lot more.
As Slumdog Millionaire picks up an early Oscar for Best Adapted Screenplay, is this a sign of things to come?