I do not recommend watching the Oscars when you're hormonal. I started crying during Jared Leto's speech and never stopped. When they started playing the first bars of Wind Beneath My Wings after the memoriam, I had to call Craig out to sit with me so I could sob uncontrollably into his chest until Bette was done. Pretty pathetic. Which also means noting highlights is pretty much a waste of time. Or having any coherent thought whatsoever.
And considering how long the show ran, I'm very glad again I live in California.