Perhaps the only remarkable thing about the 2012 Oscars™ telecast was that it featured no 'Illuminati' symbolism whatsover. Not that it didn't have a chance. With this year's passing of Elizabeth Taylor, we could have had Cirque de Soleil perform a tribute to the spectacular entrance of the screen goddess in Cleopatra, but instead they opted for pushups in front of the crop dust scene from North By Northwest. And when the annual death montage rolled by, Taylor was put on the same level as some guy from marketing.
If some out-of-tune Muppet nonsense can win best 'original' song, why can't the theme song from Drive even be nominated? Oh right, no music, no music, no music. Extra cheese is two dollars. I suppose as a "we're real people, just like you" gesture, Hollywood wants the Oscars™ to have the same joy and dazzle of your typical corporate mid-year performance review, but something about Adam Sandler in a chip-stained tracksuit getting misty-eyed over his first paycheck really makes one grab the remote. Thankfully, in Hollywood, the Awards event is over early enough to catch a movie afterwards, if at least just to remind oneself of the greatness that true cinema can aspire to: