Maybe it’s the PMS, but last night’s Oscar telecast was the MOST. BORING. TELECAST. EVER.

I was really surprised when I found myself saying that to CU over and over and over last night…because, even if the Oscars are dull as dirt, I love the show. We have an Oscar Party every year (even if I’m by myself) where I serve snacks and we pop open a bottle of champagne. We watch the red carpet arrivals and make a big to-do of it all.

I’m usually the one who will talk about how great it was the next day, even while the critics are blasting whoever hosted and the drawn-out speeches and the lame montages (writers in moves? seriously?) So, either I was supa-dupa hormonal…or it was worse than I expected.

But, I did enjoy the Jack Black/Will Ferrell/John C. Reilly ode to the much-maligned comedy actor at Oscar time…culminating with the hilarious line, “One of these days, I’ll be going home with Helen Mirren and an Oscar”…or something to that effect.

Red carpet impressions…Nicole Kidman, Jennifer Lopez & Penelope Cruz…stunning. Cameron Diaz, looked like a crinkled clump of Kleenex once you’re done blowing your nose. Gwyneth Paltrow…another gown that makes it look like she’s hunched over…and, I swear, Alec Baldwin and Al Gore were separated at birth.

And J-Hud, who I so badly don’t want to saddle with the moniker “Daughter Judy” with that futuristic Jetsons jacket she had on last night. What do you think? Will she go the way of Meryl Streep or Helen Hunt in terms of post-Oscar street cred?