Monday, February 25, 2008

An(other) Oscar Update...

Okay, since the blogosphere is completely inundated with Oscar posts today, I will quickly add my two cents’ worth, and leave it at that.

The dresses—yes, they were amazing (I agree that they were all “safe,” but generally very classy and beautiful, and yes, I covet each and every one of them).

The whole red carpet/Jennifer Garner/Gary Busey thing (check out Meg Cabot’s blog if you don’t know what I’m talking about: that was just weird. Talk about trying to extend your fifteen minutes…. Someone should’ve called security. Crazy D-listers.

Diablo Cody totally rocked it. I was so pulling for her, because really, only in America can you go from an exotic dancer to best screenwriter. I *really* hope we see more from her.

John Stewart: absolutely hilarious, as always.

So great that they brought the “Best Song” girl back to the stage to let her give her acceptance speech when the orchestra cut her off. I’m so sorry I don’t know your name: but the guy I’m sorta married to but not allowed to talk about online really digs you guys.

Also great: the slow pans to Johnny Depp. I’m also finding myself harboring this strange heroin-chic attraction to Daniel Day-Lewis.

I also thought it’s totally ironic that the A-listers were all in the front, and the people who MADE the movie—i.e. the editors and cinematographers and musicians, etc. are sent to the back of the room. It’s like: okay, so what if you made a documentary that could potentially change the world? And you know who these people were, because they had to cut to scenes from their movie/work to give them time to walk to the front. Not entirely fair, in my opinion.

One day I’d like to see George Clooney 15th row, center.

And Gary Busey: I hope you were in the third balcony. Back Row. Dude, I don’t even know how you got in….

Does anyone remember the year where those “second-rate citizens” were all in the back of the room and a microphone was set up so they didn’t even get to walk to the stage? How completely rude was that? Yeah, you just wrote best movie score, but we’d rather you give your speech to people whose backs are turned to you. I don’t know if it was the Oscars or not—but it was one of those awards shows. *So glad* they never tried *that* again. Idiots.

And was it just me—or did the Oscars seem more “global” than usual? I heard a lot of foreign accents—which is good, I suppose. I loved Javier Bardem’s acceptance speech and message to his mom. Two years of college Spanish and I didn’t understand a word he said. Sorry, Dad. Oh, I did hear the word: “trophy.” I did.

Oh, and the tribute to all the wonderful actors/writers/directors/producers who’ve passed away—that absolutely sucked. The music was all wrong, and really—Heath Ledger is worth so much more. I mean, I saw tributes on You Tube that were better than that. These people Died . . . make me cry!

So, what did I learn from all of this? Red is Good. Former strippers are full of talent and endless creative potential. And Gary Busey is psycho . . . but I think we kinda knew that already.


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