It was the best of Oscars, it was the worst of Oscars.
It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness (“Green Book“), it was the epoch of belief (Regina King), it was the epoch of incredulity (Sound and Editing awards), it was the season of Light (“Roma“), it was the season of Darkness (“Bohemian Rhapsody”), it was the spring of hope (10 nominations for “The Favourite“!), it was the winter of despair (9 losses for “The Favourite”!), we had everything before us (a whole 3 hours and 15 minutes), we had nothing before us (only 3 hours and 15 minutes!), we were all going direct to Heaven (“I’d like to thank God and my manager!”), we were all going direct the other way (Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me) – in short, the period was so far like the present period (the stage Did look like Trump’s hair) that
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