
Naturally I watched the Gay Super Bowl last night. We sipped on milkshakes and blue Slurpees and snacked on Baguettes as

we watched probably the most international group of Oscar winners ever.
But first, of course, fashion.
I loved LOVED all the ladies in red: Helen Mirren who managed to be regal and sexy at once.
America's Sweetheart Katherine Heigl; the luminous Anne Hathaway; Julie Christie:
Darling herself in a stunn

ing garnet cocktail dress, and of course, polished Ruby

Dee.
But my favorite of all the glamorous ladies? Tilda Swinton!

That's right, the newest Supporting Actress winner in a black toga straight out of some ancient pagan bacchanal, no make up, flaming red hair and piercing green eyes is my best dressed. Why? Tilda and Diablo Cody are the first women with their own looks to show up at one of these things in years. Tilda dared to dress as she wanted, not as some Hollywood stylist dictated. The look, pared with her stunning performance and her irreverent acceptance speech worked beautifully.
On to the show! I thought it went very well considering Jon Stewart had 10 days to put it all together. There could have been more focus on the 80th anniversary, but hey, time was tight.
The women kept us guessing and the biggest surprise of the night was probably Tilda Swinton's Supporting Actress win for
Michael Clayton,
although not everyone was surprised. Ruby Dee was considered the front runner after her SAG win, and Cate Blanchette was an early favorite. Ruby seemed shocked when the name was announced. Not Lauren Bacall jaw-dropping shocked and certainly not a bad sport, but one could tell she was less than thrilled.
Marion Cotillard became the first Best Actress winner from a foreign language film since Sophia Loren in 1962. It's official: Oscar is

obsessed with bio-pics. If Jamie Foxx, Reese Witherspoon and Philip Seymour Hoffman didn't prove that point, Marion drove it home. Not that she was undeserving. Her performance in
La Vie en Rose was stunning. I was hoping for a Julie Christie victory for her more subtle approach to a very different character in
Away From Her, but Marion certainly earned it. Besides, I loved that she was so thrilled to win.
His Spanish Hotness, Jarvier Bardem took the Supporting Actor trophy, as expected, sexily walked to the podium, and he thanked his mother in sexy Spanish. He also kissed his mother on the mouth like 25 times, but I won't speculate on that.
Daniel Day-Lewis won Best Actor for his strong performance in a movie I really didn't like,
There Will be Blood, but I'll just think of it as delayed recognition for his mouth-to-mouth champagne toast in
My Beautiful Launderette.So, that's a French woman, a Scott, a Spaniard and an Irishman all taking the acting awards. On top of that, it seemed like every technical award went to someone who apologized for his poor English. Is this an interesting commentary on the state of Hollywood movies or recognition of a global industry? Discuss among yourselves.

For me, the most charming moment of the night came when best original song was awarded to
Irishman Glen Hansard and Czeck Markita Irglova for the lovely song "Falling Slowly" from the wonderful film
Once. After being played off by the overly-eager orchestra, Jon Stewart brought Irglova back out for a moving speech about art. Lovely.
Best Picture was
No Country for Old Men, a movie I haven't seen because I don't like extreme violence. Sue me.
I was thrilled to see the
Best Documentary Short go to Cynthia Wade and Vanessa Roth for
Freeheld, the story of terminally ill Laurel Hester and her fight to secure pension rights for her partner. There was another rainbow moment when Joe Roth, accepting his Best Picture Oscar as a producer of
No Country for Old Men, thanked his partner and call him "honey." Now, if we could just get one of the actors to do that.