Sure, 37 million Americans watched the Oscar telecast last year. But it seems as though all 37 million of us thought the show was terrible. Complaining about the Oscars—the ineptness of the hosts, the lousy choices made by the academy, the dance numbers that never end, the categories we don’t care about, the boring speeches that go on forever, the great speeches that get interrupted by the orchestra, the presenters woodenly reading Bruce Vilanch-penned witticisms off the Teleprompter—is as much a part of awards season as a Harvey Weinstein tantrum.

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