Law Called Sucker by Rock.

The thing I loved was Beyoncé's phrasing on the song sung in French. And that I actually was able to watch the entire broadcast, but still climb into bed and read a few Jack Gilbert poems before midnight.

Year after year, the movies I adore win writing awards. If anything. Both of 'em won those last night. Second-tier, I feel, but I'll take it.

I'm still cheesed off about Paul Giamatti.