A number of folks didn't like Chris Rock's performance. I thought it was pretty funny. Even though I like Dubya, I chuckled at Rock's analogizing the US/Iraq conflict to a war between the Gap and Banana Republic. There's something I'd pay to see.
I particularly enjoyed a delayed effect: Rock pricked the ego-balloons of probably 95% of the actors in the room by dissing the star power of (for example) Jude Law and Colin Farrell. A couple hours one of those balloons named Sean Penn whizzed up on stage to object: Hey, those guys are really talented, really.
Here's a job I wouldn't want: trying to explain jokes to Sean Penn. (Was he ever funny? Intentionally?)
Also hilarious was Rock's interviews with folks at the Magic Johnson Theater; nobody had seen Million Dollar Baby, but White Chicks was a clear crowd favorite. Come to think of it, I'll more probably see White Chicks than Vera Drake, or Motorcycle Diaries.
Renee Zellweger was way too made up, as was Drew Barrymore. (Mrs. Salad didn't even recognize Drewie; I had to chant "Alligators in the sewers" before she got it.)
Finally, it was nice to see Clint Eastwood acknowledge his 96-year-old mom, and Jamie Foxx talk about his corporal-punishing grandma. I'm a sucker for that stuff.
Don't miss Lileks for his perceptive Oscarly comments.