Just watching the red carpet. And taking notes. And writing it up all fun: "They're all predictably thrilled, prepped, dressed, posed. They're all tiny but somehow huge. They toss little standard vignettes about their moods, their day. They smile, and you smile. All you remember from those few seconds, all you really have, is some small and useless detail rendered huge in your mind: the blue vein barely noticeable on Meryl Streep's cheek, or a glimpse at her dental work when she's leans forward to speak into a TV microphone. The slight and brilliant crinkle of crow's feet and dusting of gray around Eric Bana's temple. The warm embrace between Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman when they spot each other -- and they seem to need the warmth. Bullock keeps putting her hands in the pockets of her vintage '50s gown."
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