We've heard lots of vague allusions to the "intimacy" and "coziness" promised by this year's Oscar reinventors, but Hugh Jackman prefers to be a little more specific. And by "a little," regrettably, we mean it.

Revelations of golden Snuggies and Oscar-branded slippers were not among those forthcoming today from the rookie Oscar host; think more along the lines of Jack Nicholson falling asleep in a recliner before presenter Amy Adams nudges him awake with her foot — from the podium:

The look of the theater is very different. It's more like the nightclub of your dreams. It's very intimate. ... It's got to be a lot closer. It's been a little austere in the past. You know, there's that stage, the host being up above the stalls, looking down at everybody. ... But this is a lot more intimate. It's still spectacular, being in the Kodak Theatre. But it's a real difference in the way things are laid out.

So you know what this means: No Oscar cannons, just the A-listers passing the craft awards back through the crowd to winners who'll shout their acceptance speech until the 20-piece orchestra onstage drowns them out with big-band adaptations of themes from Slumdog Millionaire and The Dark Knight. And you can break out your blow right there in your seat. What did we miss?