So it appears that the writers and producers have agreed to bury the hatchet. People will get paid. TV will get made. And we'll never learn what Gil Cates had up sleeve for Oscar night, since Ellen Page and Javier Bardem are allowed to go to the show and read from the Teleprompter. It feels like an honest relief and an anti-climax. I was getting tired of watching wrestling.

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