Hugh Jackman Teases Oscargoers With 'Nightclub Of Your Dreams'
We've heard lots of vague allusions to the "intimacy" and "coziness" promised by this year's Oscar reinventors, but Hugh Jackman prefers to be a little more specific. And by "a little," regrettably, we mean it.
Revelations of golden Snuggies and Oscar-branded slippers were not among those forthcoming today from the rookie Oscar host; think more along the lines of Jack Nicholson falling asleep in a recliner before presenter Amy Adams nudges him awake with her foot — from the podium:
The look of the theater is very different. It's more like the nightclub of your dreams. It's very intimate. ... It's got to be a lot closer. It's been a little austere in the past. You know, there's that stage, the host being up above the stalls, looking down at everybody. ... But this is a lot more intimate. It's still spectacular, being in the Kodak Theatre. But it's a real difference in the way things are laid out.
So you know what this means: No Oscar cannons, just the A-listers passing the craft awards back through the crowd to winners who'll shout their acceptance speech until the 20-piece orchestra onstage drowns them out with big-band adaptations of themes from Slumdog Millionaire and The Dark Knight. And you can break out your blow right there in your seat. What did we miss?