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Alice in Wonderland. Iron Man 2. Screenplay by Aaron Sorkin. Screenplay by David Seidler. Another Year. Written by Mike Leigh. Written by Christopher Nolan. Music Original Score - A. Film Editing - Jon Harris. Makeup - Adrien Morot. Foreign Language Film - Mexico. Film Editing - Andrew Weisblum. Directing - Darren Aronofsky. Cinematography - Matthew Libatique. Short Film Animated - Teddy Newton. Foreign Language Film - Greece. Directing - David O. Film Editing - Pamela Martin.

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Cinematography - Danny Cohen. Costume Design - Jenny Beavan. Film Editing - Tariq Anwar. Short Film Animated - Geefwee Boedoe. Short Film Animated - Bastien Dubois. They look enchanting But Franco's grandmom was a hoot. That "Marky Mark" joke pretty much stole the intro Since when is CGI cinematography? Rogers Deakins "True Grit" gets robbed.

A living legend The standing-O is deserved. She's kinda speechless An F-bomb! Those white tuxes look ridiculous. It's pretty funny and yeah, she can sing They're not doing badly, exactly, but they sure as hell aren't doing good. Where's Steve Martin? Jon Stewart? Ricky Gervais? Hathaway and Franco just seem a shade underpowered.

They are idling at half-speed, basking in the very fact of their being there and seemingly terrified of giving offence. On the desk next to me, sub-editing Ian is unimpressed. Sadly there's no time for Ian to make good on this promise, because Gwyneth has gone no encores for Gwyneth and then up steps Randy Newman to collect the best song Oscar for We Belong Together, from Toy Story 3.

Newman appears a bit startled to be there. Dion is singing "Smile, while your heart is breaking" as we flit through the clips of the dearly departed. It's a montage that is both poignant and oddly energising. If cinema does anything, I guess, it preserves and celebrates; catches these people at their best and then holds them that way forever. So it's not just Tony Curtis who still seems as big-as-life, caught in that brief black-and-white clip.

It's the whole lovely lot of them. Time now for the best director Oscar. Tom Hooper for The King's Speech. This, it must be said, is something of a shock. Yes, Hooper picked up the Directors' Guild Award a month or two back usually a good Oscar indicator but failed on home soil at the Baftas.

Most insiders figured this was going to Fincher. But no: it's Hooper. On stage, he heaps praise on his mother, who first pointed him towards The King's Speech. How is she finding the time? What becomes of all the discarded gowns? I'm picturing them all thrown in a heap at the side of the stage, some torn right down the back in her haste to get them off in time.

Anyway, enough with the dresses. Here comes Jeff Bridges by the looks of things, still in the same damn suit he was wearing at the start of the night to call out the next award. It is time, at last, to rate the actresses. And then there is bookies' favourite Natalie Portman, who starred as an ambitious, virginal prima-ballerina in Black Swan. Natalie Portman, for Black Swan. And up she totters, heavily pregnant, to collect her statue. She's on a roll now, the names are spilling out, there is no end to the names.

Joe was an assistant director and Ricky dressed her and Olga did something else. The music rises up and claims her and so off she goes, bearing precious cargo, with a statue in her fist and a bump beneath her dress. Just time to name-check the other nominees, then, before the envelope is opened and Colin Firth's name gets read out. Say hello and wave goodbye; they are all just seconds from oblivion. As is customary with Firth, he arrives with the pained air of a schoolmaster who must step on stage at morning assembly to break some rather embarrassing news.

Perhaps it is that Mr Henderson has sadly decided to leave the school, partly - though not entirely - because of the incident in the bike sheds. We all know the incident I am referring to, so there is no need to go into it again. But anyway, Mr Henderson has left and it's a great shame but there it is, so let us say no more about it.

So up comes Firth. His speech is diffident and gently witty. At one stage he threatens to dance. At the end he says he is going to retire backstage and surrender to some powerful "impulses".

It is the end of a long, long journey for Firth, who possibly should have won for A Single Man last year but has won this year for his turn as stuttering George VI.

If he needs to surrender to some potent impulse or other, he's surely entitled. He is here to call out the last award, the crowning award, the award that lords it over all the other awards. And all at once the stage is thronged. And with that the curtain comes down on the 83rd Academy Awards. Playing us out is a troupe of grinning little Hollywood munchkins who may conceivably be children.

They are singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Their eyes are alight and they are singing, singing as the curtain comes down. They shall sing forever, never pausing for breath until the lights go out and the carpet catches fire and Kirk Douglas orders them, for the love of God and in the name of all that is holy, to stop.

The 83rd Academy Awards have been and gone and fingers crossed we shall not see their like again. In terms of actual statues dished out, these Oscars saw a dead heat between The King's Speech and Inception, both of which finished with four awards.

But the figures don't tell half the story. It was the night of The King's Speech, the little film that could. Tom Hooper's polished royal drama took the prizes that really mattered, scooping the gongs for best film, director, actor and original screenplay. The Social Network, tipped by many, faltered at the final stage and came away with three Oscars. True Grit, seen as a dark horse as recently as hours ago, canters home with nothing.

And where True Grit goes, the Guardian film team follows: cantering wearily, homeward bound. Thanks for your tweets, mails and of course your comments. Somehow we got through it without combusting or swearing or worst of all singing. It is now time to gather our possessions, say our farewells and chase the rainbow back to bed.

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