Excuse me, Mother Nature? Yes, hi, it’s me, Opal, your resident smack-talking cat, and I have a bone to pick with you. I suggest you get your act together immediately. No more storms. No more white stuff. Just sunshine, birds, and a gentle breeze to ruffle my luxurious fur.
Final verdict? Some great moments, some questionable fashion choices, and a whole lot of Wicked love (which we fully support). Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some post-Oscars beauty sleep to catch up on.
Well, I tried to stay awake until the end, but even the glitz and glamour of Hollywood couldn’t keep my eyes open. The Mama made it, though—barely. She says Anora won Best Picture, which is cool, except… I hadn’t even heard of it before tonight. Guess we have some catching up to do.
Then Queen Latifah came out and delivered with Ease on Down the Road! Such a fun song, and she nailed it, obviously. But those dancers’ costumes? Gray and tan suit jackets with skirts? Huh? I do not understand human fashion!
Two Color Purple legends—Whoopi Goldberg and Oprah Winfrey—honoring Quincy Jones? Now that is iconic. So much talent, so much history, all in one moment.
Also, every year, I’m shocked by some of the names on the list. Wait, THEY passed? It always hits harder than expected. A reminder to appreciate the greats while they’re here (and demand extra treats while I’m still here, obviously).
The Mama is over here grumbling that the In Memoriam segment didn’t take up the whole screen—something about not being able to read the names. Maybe, just maybe, if she finally had that eye surgery she’s been putting off, she wouldn’t have this problem. Just a thought.
As for having them tell Conan’s jokes… well, their delivery was solid, but let’s be honest, even the best performers can’t save weak material. Maybe next time, just let them enjoy their moment without the dad jokes?
Now that was a standing ovation well deserved! Huge respect to the fire services that battled the LA wildfires—true heroes. Even a cat like me, who prefers to stay far away from water, knows the importance of their work.
Now, if they could just build a production set worthy of me, we’d really be in business. Maybe a grand emerald throne? A chandelier for dramatic entrances? I’m just saying, Wicked looks spectacular, but Purr’s Training Acatemy: The Movie would be legendary.
Another win for Wicked! If you can’t tell by now, we really like Wicked around here. It’s The Mama’s favorite musical, which means we definitely need to see the movie. I hear it’s full of magic, drama, and impeccable set design—basically, my everyday life.
I should be the next Bond instead. Stealthy, cunning, always one step ahead. When I pounce, I Live and Let Die. My love for luxury? Diamonds Are Forever. And when I’m watching birds out the window, it’s pure Skyfall for any unsuspecting prey. #LiveAndLetNap#DiamondsAreForever#SkyfallingForBirds
They honored James Bond tonight, and at first, I thought, Should I be the next Bond girl? I mean, with my striking good looks and effortless charm, I could totally pull it off. But let’s be real—there’s so much more to me than just being eye candy. #OpalAtTheOscars#BondButMakeItFeline
History was made tonight! The first Black man to win an Oscar for Costume Design—and it’s for Wicked! Now that’s something worth celebrating. Those costumes were absolutely stunning, and let’s be honest, if I were in Wicked, I’d demand the most fabulous, dramatic outfit possible.
I have absolutely no idea what Flow is about… but it has a cat, so obviously, it deserved to win. The Academy finally got something right! A movie featuring feline excellence? Cinema.
Kieran Culkin is out here using award wins to negotiate for more kids. 1st the Emmy = baby #3, now the Oscar = baby #4. At this rate, if he EGOTs, they’re gonna need a bigger house. Personally, I prefer a no new siblings policy, but I’ll allow it since this was actually funny.
Also, I liked the reminder that no matter what—wildfires, politics, chaos—movies will continue. Just like no matter what’s happening in this house, I will continue… demanding snacks. #OpalAtTheOscars#FelineFilmCritic
John Lithgow’s bit? Now that had some charm. Adam Sandler in gym shorts? Bold choice. Not exactly red carpet chic, but I respect the commitment to comfort.
But let’s talk about Dune guy playing Chopsticks. Yikes. That was not it. If I walked across a piano, I’d sound better.
Conan O’Brien? Ehhhh. I’ve knocked more interesting things off the counter. His jokes didn’t all land, but I did appreciate him recognizing the non-famous folks who make movies happen.
Also, shoutout to Ariana Grande—Wicked witches STAY winning tonight! They both absolutely crushed that opening. I don’t usually approve of humans making loud noises, but I’ll allow it this time.
Now, let’s see if this show can keep up with such an iconic start…
Mad respect for Cynthia Erivo. WOW. That entrance? That voice? That presence? Absolute queen behavior. If I had opposable thumbs, I’d give her a standing ovation.
It’s game day! The Mama is making beer cheese dip. I’ve got on my Chiefs jersey, Jaq’s in his bandana, and Betty… well, The Mama didn’t feel like risking her life to put gear on her.
If the Chiefs win, we each get a green Churu. Pretty sure they’re bird-flavored. Let’s go, Chiefs! 🏆🐾
Finally got the window open to enjoy some fresh air and birdwatching… until Betty shoved me out of the way. Now she’s in prime hunting position while I’m stuck back here sulking.
The Mama, I demand my own window. Preferably with VIP seating.
