For those of you who've been reading my blog for a while, you may recall how much I look forward to Oscar night -- watching it as an 'event' every year at my house. My husband and I pile up on the sofa with a bottle of chardonnay and some fresh stone crabs and proceed to critique any and every one who waltzes across the red carpet. A seriously trivial and unimportant activity, but fun for us, nevertheless.You may also recall that for the past 2-3 years, I've been livid about a notorious brother-in-law who somehow happens to traipse across 15 states and pop into our home for five hours a year, ALWAYS on Oscar Sunday and ALWAYS in time to ruin our Oscar watching plans. And I have to smile and hold my tongue and miss everything. AARGHHH!!!!
And this year? (Drum roll, please.....)
Finally, finally, finally....no visit from the brother-in-law to deal with. No ruined Oscar evening. Friends are coming over, stone crabs are on ice, chardonnay is in the wine cooler. Woo hoo!!
But oddly, I'm not that excited, about the show anyway. I've grown so jaded about Hollywood, its political views, its out-of-touch state with the rest of us, the attitudes, the excesses, the skewed moral compass, the void of real talent....it's getting difficult to even want to watch the over-indulged brats do anything, especially hand each other awards.
Sooooo.....I think I'm going to crack open the chardonnay early, enjoy the company, ogle the dresses and not watch it all that closely. I've actually made it to ZERO of the movies that are nominated....and I'm reading that it's likely to be one of the most boring Oscars ever. Looks like the highlight of my evening will be the stone crabs. Yum!
2 comments:
I was quite interested in it this year because I had seen 4 out of the 5 nominations for Best Picture. I think Slumdog Millionaire deserved to win, but equally I don't think it was Danny Boyle's best film. I find it all rather predictable that the type of film that wins is pretty much always "worthy" with some sort of message.
If I was voting, I would have given Frank Langella the Best Actor because he played Nixon without turning him into caricature. I would have given In Bruge the best original screenplay as it was original as it was truly original again it probably wasn't deemed as worthy as Milk.
I hate how politics subtly dictate which films/actors will be rewarded. And it's getting less and less subtle all the time.
I knew 'Milk' would have to get something because Hollywood is all on fire with the fight against Proposition 8 in California, which bans gay marriage.
I assumed 'Frost-Nixon' wouldn't get anything because of just what you said -- it humanized Nixon, made him a real person -- and Hollywood wants to make sure the world continues to view him as a monster.
I almost went to see Slumdog a few weeks ago (it's at the art cinema across the street), but I wasn't mentally in the mood for the Mumbai slums. And now the Oscars have made me sick of all its stars, songs, music, etc. So I'll probably just see it when it hits HBO.
I do think Hugh Jackman did a good job -- he is a guy I just can't figure out. By all measures, he seems to be straight, but there seems to be an inner gay guy just dying to get out. Maybe that's a great mix for a man. :)
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