Diane Warren not sweating losing Oscar for best original song a record 16th time: ‘It is what it is'
The acclaimed songwriter — who garnered her record nomination for 'The Journey' from 'The Six Triple Eight' — left the Dolby Theater on Sunday night empty-handed following the 97th Academy Awards with the prize going to 'El Mal' from the movie 'Emilia Pérez.'
But she's not sweating the loss.
'I'm happy to be nominated,' the hitmaker behind songs for Mariah Carey, Celine Dion, Whitney Houston, Cher and Lady Gaga told Variety later at the Vanity Fair's post-Oscars party. 'I'm consistent as f—.'
She added: 'You know, it is what it is. I'm happy to be here.'
Warren, 68, got her first Oscar nomination in 1987 for Starship's 'Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now' from the 1986 film 'Mannequin.' She lost that award to the timeless 'Dirty Dancing' ditty '(I've Had) The Time of My Life,' performed by Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes.
Throughout the decades, she received nods for songs such as Celine Dion's 'Because You Loved Me' from 'Up Close and Personal,' Aerosmith's 'I Don't Want to Miss a Thing' from 'Armageddon' and 'There You'll Be' from 'Pearl Harbor.'
This year's winners for best original song went to French music artists Clément Ducol and Camille, who also took home the Golden Globe and Critics Choice awards for 'El Mal' from the Netflix French Spanish-language film 'Emilia Pérez.'
Warren, who ironically lost in the same category to 'The Journey' singer H.E.R. in 2021, assured the outlet it's not over for her.
'I'll be back. I'm the Terminator of the Oscars,' she joked to Variety's Marc Malkin, referencing the classic Arnold Schwarzenegger catchphrase from the 1984 film.
'I'm coming back,' Warren continued. 'Can't get rid of me.'
The one-time Grammy winner already has an Oscar statuette on her mantle: She received an honorary Oscar at the Governors Awards in 2022.
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