In a broadcast that ended just as bewilderingly terrible as it began, The 93rd Academy Awards was one to forget.

I don’t say this lightly. If you’ve been following along for any amount of time, you’ll know I’m a huge film buff. While I was unable to view each of the Best Picture nominees this season, I managed to see two and one, unsurprisingly, won the evening’s top prize. More on that in a sec.

But back to the broadcast itself which, frankly, could have been better produced by a four-year-old. It all began with the always stunning Regina King, who we saw taking a long – ahem, long – stroll into Downtown Los Angeles’ Union Station, the venue for the ceremony. All the while, we see credits rolling like the start of film’s from yesteryear with the screen in letterbox format.

King proceeds to go on a rather lengthy oration as the letterboxing continued, speaking directly about a series of people – who were actually the nominees for the opening category being presented. I had zeroed in on King’s speech that I perked up when she proclaimed the famous catchphrase, “and the Oscar goes to…” Not even realizing we were at the first award of the ceremony.

From there, the broadcast continued its downward spiral, with the only real moment worth writing about being a beautiful speech by Tyler Perry, who was honored with the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award. Second place to Glen Close’s “Da Butt” moment toward the end of the evening.

The glitzy ceremony is typically capped off by handing out the award for Best Picture but, as this year’s broadcast would have it, even that didn’t happen right. At about 11 o’clock – three hours into this mess – Nomadland took home the top prize. Unsurprisingly. But then a another twist to our story – Best Actress and Best Actor would be presented next.

Huh?

I initially thought it was another doozy of a blunder akin to La La Land a few years back. The more I thought about it, the more I figured the producers shifted the order in hopes The Academy voters would select Chadwick Boseman for a posthumous honor and the night would end on a touching note. The joke was on them – and me – as Anthony Hopkins for his performance in The Father. Hopkins was not even in attendance to receive his award, either.

In what was supposed to be a talked about moment for an overall boring and most predictable ceremony. But when the producers’ masterful plan backfired, the show seemingly went into “oh crap” mode. Making like Homer Simpson gif and backing out nonchalantly to the end credits to make viewers forget it happened.

No offense to the winners but, let’s hope we all forget this happened.