The opening number felt so inappropriate that I first hoped that the show would keep up a feel of a high school spoof of the Spirit Awards. Shouldn’t such a celebration of art & entertainment aim to contextualize all that is great about this Dream Factory? Okay, if they can’t figure out how to do that, I would be fine with several hours of pure crass classless puns like the song & dance intro promised too, but no. We get 4 hours of dullness instead. The fun of the show becomes critiquing all the mistakes.
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