James Corden is out, Anne Hathaway is in. But the biggest hypocrite is us — the Americans who just watched two of the sweetest people I ever met, one a mom and one a pop, win our hearts.
As it happened, it was the night before the TV stars headed off to the Grammys. But the two came to the Oscars, and in some ways we were all winners at that movie soiree. Not only that, you met the two of them.
Before that happened, there was a moment.
Two years ago, we were in Beverly Hills, having a cocktail before going on to dinner at the famous Bungalow, because that’s what we do when we watch movies. And you know one thing you never do: We don’t take a cocktail before going to the movies.
This time, the two actors who knew just how to make it to us, and who brought it to us — Anne Hathaway and Jimmy Kimmel — were getting ready to go out.
“You said you were having drinks for us,” Kate said.
“Right,” he said.
I’m sure they were having drinks for each other. We don’t ever go to cocktail bars alone.
“Oh,” she said, “I see you do.”
“I do have a cocktail for you,” Jimmy said.
“Why not?” she said.
“I’m not drinking,” said Jimmy.
“Oh,” she said.
They didn’t drink.
If Jimmy had been drinking, I’m sure that meant he was going to be drinking the night before the Oscars. But he says he drinks maybe twice a year, and I’m not going to