Mo’Nique may have been the first Oscar nominee to bring a bodyguard to the Oscars. He walked her and husband Sidney Hicks up the red carpet. What, exactly, was she afraid of?
“It’s the safest place in the world,” joked an Academy publicist, who shook his head in disbelief.
Yes, Mo’Nique is in a world of her own. She wasn’t seen at the Elton John party or at Vanity Fair.
When someone asked who designed her royal blue dress, the question was referred to the bodyguard. He didn’t know, which was not a surprise. A conference occurred on the red carpet. No definitive answer returned.
But it was good to know the actress and her husband felt safe amidst all those loaned diamonds and rubies!
… Meanwhile, at the Vanity Fair party, Jeremy Renner’s mom and his publicist, Sue Patricola, showed me their loaned diamond watches from Piaget. The stunning sparklers were worth $150,000 apiece. Their only bodyguard was Jeremy…
Back on the red carpet, Pedro Almodovar was excited, and came over to say hello. He was wearing cool sunglasses. “Hello. It’s me, Pedro,” he said.
“Yes, I know,” I replied.
He said, “Penelope is here with Javier! It’s the first time they’re coming out together.”
It was almost like he was a proud papa. So Almodovar is writing his next film. Alas, so far, there is no role for Penelope Cruz. Dios mio!
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…Penelope appeared next on the red carpet, with just her publicist. She was her usual sensational self in a Donna Karan gown. “Where is your boyfriend?” I asked, referring to Javier Bardem. Penelope never before has answered one question about her personal life. But now she and Javier hold hands, go to events together. It’s lovely. And she said, “He’s already inside.”
…Let’s talk about the Lobby Bar, the most popular and populous place during every Academy Award show in years past. There’s an additional, smaller side bar that has an entrance to the stage. Nominated actors and presenters use it for respites and bathroom breaks. The side bar fills up quickly. In the past there’s always been a flat-screen TV in there with poor sound. But people watch the show, and cheer, and mingle.
Not so this year. The TV was removed. A second TV, placed in the lobby for the seat fillers to watch the show, was also removed this year halfway through the show. This meant the only way to monitor the show was on two small screens with no sound, attached to the ceiling on either end of the main bar, high up and not very helpful.
The seat fillers weren’t pleased. They’re volunteers, after all. In the side bar, I ran into former Academy president Frank Pierson, the elegant, white-haired Oscar and Emmy winning writer and director (”Dog Day Afternoon,” “A Star Is Born,” “Mad Men”). He stood where the old screen used to be. We lamented its absence. He said his favorite speech of the night was Mo’Nique’s. “A good speech,” said the Academy veteran, “is when they tell you the obstacles they overcame to get to this point. I don’t need to hear a long list of thank yous.” Frank and his wife Elaine loved “Precious.” Take note Oscar prognosticators: These people are the Academy. Cool, huh? …
[CORRECTION: Javier Bardem won an Oscar in 2008, not 2009]


George Clooney brought his girlfriend and his best friend to the Academy Awards. The best friend was silver and monogrammed. It was a flask.
Meryl Streep came out of the Kodak Theatre and whispered two words in my ear.
The omission of Farrah Fawcett from the In Memoriam segment of last night’s Oscars was terrible.
Two-time Oscar winner Jane Fonda finally met Kate Bosworth last night. And she proclaimed, “I want her to do the ‘Barbarella’ sequel!”
That’s how it goes. Folks dine on delicious In ‘N’ Out burgers and sliders and pigs in the blanket. Nearly every nominee was in the house, from Gabby Sidibe to winning director Kathryn Bigelow. The latter was in a daze, sitting on a couch with her gold statue while “Hurt Locker” actors Jeremy Renner, Anthony Mackie, and Brian Geraghty fell in for pictures. There were lots of flashbulbs popping. Someone must have’gotten a very cool picture of Carey Mulligan kneeling before Bigelow, with Renner sort of bent over, listening to them.
Monique Imes calls herself Mo’Nique, which sort of translates to the clumsy “more unique.”