It’s so refreshing when people in this town full-on admit that all the awards show stuff is secretly really cool. And Jean Dujardin’s entire aura on Oscar night was of a guy who is having the time of his life (even though the quality of every interview with him veered dangerously close to people juSt giving up and going, “So, you’re French, how about that brie, huh?”). Some may call it hammy, but I call it endearing. Or, endearingly hammy. Both. I do like ham. And Hamm.