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When she rushed the stage, my initial reaction was to wait for her to say, "Yo, yo, yo, I let you finish inna minute..."

My wife was sitting there wondering what the hell was going on.

And then, when she got finished with her screed, the other guy had no time left.

I felt sorry for him for that and thought she was a selfish prick.

Guess they both are. Oh well.

I thought that lady was Alice Ghostley at first.

I love that the Academy was the responsible party in this story. Like they stepped in between two fighting children and said, "Now, listen you too. You're both going to get ice cream but you have to wait in line quietly."

The Academy. Was the reasonable party. Hmph.

Thanks for the explanation. I was wondering what the hell was going on. I found the whole thing so unpleasantly awkward that I changed channels until it was over.

@ChristianH: You honestly think that Randy Newman's Disney songs (which all sound exactly the same) can compete with Elton John's Lion King or Phil Collins's Tarzan songs? I have to politely disagree with that opinion.

Freely admit, my knowledge of this incident comes from transcript and hearing the story a few times. Maybe not seeing it live colours my view.

You know how we all roll our eyes when a film is advertised as, 'From the producers who brought you...'? We see this as a sign that the people in charge don't have enough faith in the project to advertise it in a less dubious fashion. That doesn't mean that I think producers are unimportant or don't have a say or that they don't work hard in an important way. But they are directing a piece, are they? So when I hear that phrase, I think that the brass is searching out any means of reminding prospective audience members of better things that happened in the past. What's next?

From the hemisphere that brought the slave trade, it's Marmite!

I guess we should advertise all of her future producing efforts as, 'From the spotlight stealing chick who made a graceless ass of herself by grudge matching a man out of his moment in the sun'. And when that piece wins the award, it'll be the director who accepts it.

I wasn't there, I can think of a few possible scenarios: maybe he bolted because he anticipated something like this. Didn't boyfriend's mother try to stop the producer from going on stage by blocking her path with her cane? I'm not saying that was 'right', but...I just like the visual, basically. I wouldn't bother defending it. Maybe he bolted because he was shocked and/or excited. At any rate, I doubt that there's a 'last one on stage is a rotten egg' policy when it comes to Oscar speeches. Sure, one solipsist always hogs the minute with groan-inducing lists of all of the people nominated and how great they are, and 'aren't dead family members great?'-- but everyone still goes up for their congratulations. Why not be civil about it, lady?

Regardless of any falling out that occurred beforehand, the director is going to get to be up there--and ostensibly speak. So what if she got on stage first, or *gasp* they were both up there? It's not like she can perform some kind of magical cootie block that renders him physically or spiritually unable to claim his prize.

Remember when Nia Vardalos was just a slightly-used comedy club also-ran and not a self-aggrandizing, self-appointed sub-Venutian agony aunt? Think back to those days. There, that was fun. Did anyone happen to think of one Super!Producer! by the name of Rita Wilson who never missed an opportunity to bolster her image and turn the proceedings into a love fest on the subject of Rita? Was that not on someone else's platform? She helped, no doubt, but come on. And irritating as hell, that was.

I don't know what the 'agreement' was, or if there even was one, but one Don Kanye, Esq., might be right: George Bush doesn't care about black directors. Or something.

Yes Elinor, there is a Lady Oscar and Ms. Bigelow looked fabulous to boot.