The Oscars: Three Hours of My Life I’ll Never Get Back
On Monday night, like many of you, I was subjected to another edition of the reality show known as, “The Oscars.”
A night of pomp and circumstance were Hollywood Royalty is honored and exalted. Where else can you see dress costing thousands, jewelry in the millions, limos as far as the eye can see and every imaginable hairstyle?
Kudos to Montana’s own J.K. Simmons for his win for Best Supporting Actor. Just ignore that he’s a Griz.
Every year it seems the presenters get worse and the jokes lamer. You’d think that honoring the cream of the crop you might be able to find some top comedy writers.
Instead having the host go onstage in his skivvies brought a new low to the ceremony.
Host Neil Patrick Harris was abysmal. That’s the kindest thing I can say about his lackluster performance. He was strangely absent for the last half hour of the show.
If the Academy power brokers have any say in the hosting choices it will be a long time before Neil darkens their stage again.
The Political B.S.
I have long been a fan of Patricia Arquette since her “Medium” days. And I am looking forward to her new series that I’m sure her agent is renegotiating her contract as we speak.
But here’s the bottom line. If you want to spout your political views then rent that hall, and see if anyone shows up to hear your message.
Political rants at the Oscars are an insult to every hard working actor and crew member sitting in the audience. This is their night too and your rants diminish their achievements.
Michael Moore, famous for his anti-Bush Oscar rants, once said, “You don’t check your free speech at the door.” Yes you do Michael, when someone else is paying the bills. Take your award, rent your space, and talk all you want.
But don’t do it on someone else’s dime.
What a performance and what a set of pipes. I confess I have not been witness to her body of work. I am aware of the meat dress and some of her “shock” costuming but her true talents were showcased with the Julie Andrews tribute.
The tats all over her did ruin her performance for me. I realize all of sports and Hollywood has somehow made it cool to paint your body with all sorts of crap but for the most part it simply shows sheepish behavior and low self-esteem.
Some Final Thoughts
For the most part the Oscars are much like a car wreck. As much as you would like you can’t look away.
They even trotted out Eddie Murphy who hasn’t done much but voice-overs for the past ten years.
The Academy of Arts and Sciences has somehow lost the meaning of both “arts” and “sciences.” Movies were always about money but there is nothing to say that the more it costs the better it will be.
If it will sell we’ll turn out something. If this years nominees are any indication, “the cream of the crop” has turned into “the cream of the crap.”
Let’s make the Oscars like the Olympic Games. Every four years will be more than enough.
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