But do they tell you how to buckle your seatbelt?

Tom Hanks hosts a "how-to" for Oscar speech givers, which from his monochromatic outfit to his deadpan delivery of the obvious seems to me to be the equivalent of the in-flight instructions nobody but me bothers to listen to. (Apparently, I'm the only one who cares where the emergency exits are, and yes, Man Next To Me Who Brought His Own Bottle of Vino, I do think you should turn off your laptop because the fact that you're watching a British TV series starring Christopher Eccleston does not make up for its potentially causing us to slam into the air traffic control tower, thanks so very, very much.)

I expect that the effect of the Oscar tape will have much the same effect -- it will serve only to point out the futility of requesting consideration of others when facing down bold, showy narcissism. Not that that bold, showy narcissism isn't the only reason to tune in to the ceremony, but still.