For a ceremony that wasn't even advertising itself as "the young, hip Oscars" -- how sparkly and limber Anne Hathaway looked in her presenting stint, relieved of that thankless, three-year-old yoke -- you could hardly move for all the pointed assurances that last night's Academy Awards were definitely taking place in the 21st century.
Selfies! Twitter! Lupita Nyong'o getting down to Pharrell! Bette Midler lusking out "The Wind Beneath My Wings!" Well, maybe not entirely in the 21st century. (At least some of it was in an altogether parallel universe, and not just the performance by venerated stage chanteuse Adele Dazim.) Still, a larger-than-usual proportion of the show was at least in the present tense, which is where it needed to be -- not least given that voters were evidently torn between one film that processes and reflects America's past, and another that offers glistening pointers to an entire medium's future.