Let’s just get this out of the way: yeah, the Oscars are long, and this year’s ceremony was no different. That shouldn’t be a problem for anyone who enjoys long, pointless award shows, though, as it only means that the gilded self-congratulation now traverses multiple days.

Though he may have failed to keep the evening from occasionally slogging, Chris Rock was a fantastic host, taking no prisoners in his skewering of Hollywood’s “sorority racism.” His monologue was unprecedented—Rock’s brutal and blunt honesty were almost revolutionary in their elicitation of such surreal and palpable discomfort from the audience—and searingly funny, as were a number of the prerecorded bits scattered throughout, with a highlight of the night being the skit in which Tracy Morgan, Whoopi Goldberg, and Leslie Jones were inserted into nominated films. Stacey Dash’s cameo was funny, too, if only for its sheer randomness.

Less successful was Angela Bassett and the predictable “Black History Month Minute,” which celebrated the accomplishments of none other than Jack Black. His running gag in which his daughter’s Girl Scout troupe sold cookies to the myriad millionaires in attendance fell flat because of its pointlessness, and his jokes about Asians, child labor, and lesbians bombed because they were stupid and offensive.

The awards were mostly deserved. Much to the excitement of the Internet, which has convinced itself that he’s somehow egregiously overdue, Leonardo DiCaprio won Best Actor for his role in The Revenant. Brie Larson won Best Actress for her incredible performance in Room and Alicia Vikander won Best Supporting Actress for The Danish Girl, her second-best role from last year. Mark Rylance surprisingly, but deservedly, trumped Sylvester Stallone to take Best Supporting Actor for Bridge of Spies. Alejandro G. Iñárritu won Best Director for the second year in a row, this time for The Revenant. The Big Short and Spotlight won Best Adapted and Best Original Screenplay, respectively, with the latter film’s Best Picture triumph being a highlight of the night. (Go subscribe to a newspaper!)

Another highlight was Lady Gaga’s performance of her nominated song “Til It Happens To You” from The Hunting Ground, which featured survivors of sexual assault bravely confronting their realities before an audience of tens of millions. It was so good, in fact, that it made the low point of the evening seem all the more abysmal, disappointing, and pathetic. I’m talking, of course, about Sam Smith’s singing as if he had something stuck in his throat, winning for his wail of a Bond song, and then proceeding to put his foot in his mouth onstage.