I know, I know, it's been a week and a half since the Oscars, which didn't matter then and matter even less now. But I figure since I've already wasted five hours of my life watching the awards, I might as well waste another 15 minutes sharing my opinions.

Best Moment:

When Jon Stewart brought Marketa Irglova back out on stage to say her thank yous after she was cut off. Classy.

Best Acceptance Speech:

Tilda Swinton, best supporting actress. I remember thinking that she was either really good at extemporizing (not something that can be said of many Hollywood actors, who look like a deer caught in the headlights without a script), or really, really good at acting like she was extemporizing. (Apparently it's the former.) Genuine emotion, quirkiness, humor -- I am a fan.

Plus you've got to admire the confidence it takes to show up for the Oscars looking so . . . unconventional. The dress, the hair, the (lack of) make-up -- any one of those by itself would have been a fashion train wreck. Together, they're a trifecta of rebellion against the fashion gods. She makes Diablo Cody look mainstream.

(By the way, is that her real, given name? What sort of parent names their daughter Diablo? I think that might constitute child abuse.)

Best Dress:

In a sea of stunning red gowns, my vote goes to Miley Cyrus for wearing a dress that was not only elegant and attractive but AGE-APPROPRIATE. Massive kudos to Miley, her mom, and her designer for not putting her in a pimped-out starlet get-up. I hope she survives the rollercoaster of young fame with more grace than the last crop of Disney Pop Princesses. She seems to have the support and grounding to do it -- but then again, you could have said that about Britney or Lindsay a few years ago.