When (black) magic strikes! Last night, the Oscars proved one thing: even at 75, you can still scare people… and win a statuette! Amy Madigan, queen of supporting roles and an occasional witch in Évanouis, quite literally bewitched the audience as she walked onstage with her chilling laugh.

“Forty years since I was last invited… Yesterday I was in the shower, shaving my legs and wondering what I’d say to you tonight,” she said, statuette in hand, while slightly frozen smiles spread across the room.

If you want an Oscar, play a witch. Or at least adopt a laugh that sends shivers down the spine. “Everyone keeps asking me if I’m depressed… well, it has been forty years. But not tonight, thanks to this little golden fellow!” she concluded, proving that even Hollywood has a soft spot for happy endings and shiny props.

The Oscars are a bit like a magic potion sometimes. It can take forty years to work. But when it does, you end up with a statuette… and a revived career. “Yesterday, I was shaving my legs. Today, I’m on the front page. Tomorrow, am I signing for a spin-off?” (To be continued.)

In Hollywood, there’s no role too small and no laugh too terrifying. And if you ever doubt yourself, remember this: even witches get their night of glory.

(P.S. Avatar 4, if you’re looking for a star for your next film, I’m available. I’ve got a hyena laugh that might interest you.)