So, the new blog isn’t even a week old, and already my credibility is shaky with my stinky Oscar picks. Well, at least with my best Actor pick, I may have gotten it wrong, but Sean Penn validated why I could have easily been right when he said, “I did not expect this, but I, and I want it to be very clear, that I do know how hard I make it to appreciate me often.” And, my vision clouded by a fantastic comeback tale, I had forgotten that Mickey Rourke was equally an asshole for many years, and while he may have run up a bill of $60,000 worth of therapy or whatever that crazy figure was to become this emissary of the possibility of change, the bottomline is still, a comeback to what? Really, what does Mickey Rourke go on to do now?
I didn’t actually see much of the Oscar telecast, aside from the award giving. That’s the price you pay when you host a party. Non award moments are for cleaning up plates, refilling food, catching up on dishes, etc. But, I can say this about the actual award giving – I would much prefer to see a clip of the actor/actresses performance than a circle jerk of tributes and accolades by former award winners. This may be the nominees childhood fantasy, having a battle axe like Sophia Loren slur pretties and platitudes about your performance that in all likelihood she didn’t see, but it didn’t do too much for me. I like an Oscar ceremony filled with movie clips, not song and dance numbers that are straight out of American Idol and Dancing with the Stars, not the resurgence of the American movie musical. There’s just something wrong with a show that doesn’t let Peter Gabriel sing the entirety of his song, yet turns the show into a High School Musical, well after that age demographic should have been in bed.
And, I could talk about Oscar fashion – but it was almost kind of fashionless – nothing really stuck out, everyone played it pretty safe, and those that didn’t – well they just looked ridiculous (Miley Cyrus), and they don’t need me to tell them that.