“And they don’t need me to tell them?” What was I thinking when I wrote that yesterday?
Of course, Angelina Jolie – you need my help!!
Actually, what I was thinking about was a review I read of David Denby’s new book, Snark: It’s Mean, It’s Personal, and It’s Ruining Our Conversation. In the book, Denby, a film critic (hmmm, has he ever heard that thing about people in glass houses?) for the New Yorker, excoriates internet snarkers, who with their “I’m in the know and you are loser” attitude are ruining our national conversation by spewing insults, invectives, and venonmous talk, without purpose, point or perspective. And that a snarker joke is just a smokescreen for anger and abuse, much like a schoolkid sticking his leg out from under his desk in order to trip the class nerd. The book was not particularly well reviewed, but the review, still managed to shame me, concluding, “No, what we need is a revolution in sensibility, a return to civil discourse, a way of opening, rather than closing down, debate.
This, too, is what Denby means to argue, that we deserve better, not just from our media outlets, but also from ourselves.”
A revolution in sensibility – exactly. My favorite scene in the movie Sense and Sensibility is when Marianne and Elinor revist the spot where Marianne fell, and there she met Willoughby. Marianne is ashamed of her behavior (behavior much like that documented in the never-to-be a classic, He’s Just Not That Into You), and Elinor gasps, “Surely you do not compare your conduct to his?” And Marianne responds, “No, I compare it to what it should have been, I compare it to yours.”
And, therefore, yesterday, I resolved to behave like Elinor, to promote the revolution in Sensibility – and nod and pass on the Oscar fashion, because really, why should I just put forth my completely unconstructive criticism? I will return to civil discourse, and only say nice things. Isn’t that the Jane way, if you don’t have anything nice to say, speak about the weather?
Well, the weather is cold outside, and that’s about all there is to say about the weather.
Sensibility is boring.
So, with that said – I’m certainly not trying to shut down civil discourse — always, please disagree with me – the more the merrier at Chez Lemontines.
And, what I did get right in yesterday’s post is that, there’s not much to say about this year’s Oscar fashion-less. Mostly playing in straight, safe, probably to avoid being snarked – but here are a few observations:
Note to Angie – Stay home! If you’re going to come to a big party, where frankly you are a guest of honor, be gracious — there’s no need to snub Tim Gunn on the runaway. The man is simply worshipping at your Diorred feet, and there’s no need to kick him in the teeth. You have everything – a handsome (but oh so dim) partner, children the rest of us don’t want, but you obviously do, a fantastic career, and world adoration, and the rest of us, all we have to bask with pride in is the notion that we seem to be the only ones left in this country paying taxes – smile dammit, and be happy – it won’t break your face (or maybe it will – I have no idea what work you’ve done to your face, and if it really will break your face, then by all means, go with the puss face you had on all night). And black, again, really? I would think that would be the most difficult color for you at this point – nothing shows baby spit more than black.
Dear Viola, dear dear Viola – I wanted you to win the Oscar, not be the Oscar!
Memo: To SJP
From: Your Tailor
Re: Your Oscar Dress
We have been mulling over your latest fitting, and because our suggestions fell on completely deaf ears (ears that apparently believe they are 25 years old as opposed to 45 years old), we feel compelled, in order to avoid any future liability, to reduce our thoughts to writing – simply put, this dress does not fit you, and you should not attempt to wear it on the red carpet. If you do so, you and your breasts will look foolish.
Dear Miley – Get yourself a copy of Sense and Sensibility immediately!
Plea to Natalie – please help Miley dress for the next award ceremony! It’s only fitting that the best dressed should reach down and help the worst dressed.
Mickey Rourke was not the only comeback story on the red carpet – Robert Downey Jr. look at you! You got it right!!!! You cut your hair, you shaved your face, you put on a tux – doesn’t it feel good! And, you did it all knowing that you weren’t going to win. Next year, Robert, next year!
I could go on, but those are my highlights – or low lights. Oh, there is one left:
Lemon would be sad if I left out her namesake. Good job Tina! And, go ahead, fall in love with Steve Martin any day!