The things we do for love. The love of movies, that is.
Despite the best intentions of host Ellen DeGeneres and an amusing song and dance number by Jack Black, Will Ferrell and John C. Riley, last night’s Oscar festivities were quite the yawn-fest.
You’d think that when someone devotes so much of their time, energy and life to their love of movies, that they’d be rewarded by something that somewhat resembles entertainment. Instead, the large gaps between Ellen’s far too infrequent musings were filled with a seemingly endless string of tributes and retrospectives. Unlike recent Oscar shows where key awards were spread throughout the telecast, all the juicy ones last night were crammed into the last half an hour (which, it must be said, infringed quite rudely on my much needed beauty sleep).
Let’s face it: the Oscars only really need to be about 45 minutes long. Showcase the main awards and put the rest in a memo. Sorry people, we all know we’re there to see the celebs.
As for my Oscar picks, the only winner that threw me (and most of the free-thinking world) for a loop was Alan Arkin for Best Supporting Actor. I suspect that this was a sentimental offering, awarding a veteran actor for his life-long achievements. But if they were going that route, I really wish they would have given it to Peter O’Toole. I mean how much more does the old fellow have left in him? He’s not likely to star in Lawrence of Arabia 2 any time soon. Poor man looked like he was going to cry.
Anyway, that’s it for another year. Now we can get back to the more important task of actually enjoying movies for their own sake. And there is so much to enjoy!
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