And the winner is...

What can't you do in New York? Officially? Nothing. And now we know it's true. We saw the frocks, the lesbian suits, Scorsese's mesmerising false teeth, but only one man had the balls to show up in cargo pants. Nice one, Gut. Meanwhile, is anything surprising anymore? And whoever did the production design for the ceremony should be summarily whipped. I mean shadow puppets - seriously, who does that???? This is the Oscars people, not an 80's pantomime.