I missed this highly entertaining review of James Franco's performance as Oscar host by the always reliable Rob Sheffield:
He treated the Oscars like his own avant-garde conceptual art project, like the way he went on General Hospital for kicks and giggles. Like, what if an insanely pretty boy got up on TV in front of a billion people, and did nothing but smirk and squint and stare off into the distance and look embarrassed to be there? What if he barely said a word, just contemplating his own hotness and flashing his John-Mayer-post-lobotomy grin? What a bold statement on modern alienation! Like the tragic hero of Jean Cocteau’s Orphic Trilogy, he stood trapped behind a mirror, unable to make human contact, cursed to face his own reflection alone.
Read the whole thing here. You'll also find some hilarious comments about Trent Reznor, Scarlett Johannson, and Billy Crystal.