All
this Oscar stuff! I look forward to it, I really do, and I’ve watched it for 30
years or more, but about 45 minutes in I always wonder what it is in me that
triggers such self-punishment.
First
there was this guy, this Seth somebody, Macfarlane or something. Looked like a used car salesman to me, or a Scientologist going door to door. And at first he’s
pretty good, pretty funny, snappy and slightly jabby like you’re supposed to
be. Then all of a sudden a GREAT BIG SCREEN slowly lowers down from the
ceiling, and on it is. . .
I
have no idea why William Shatner is on this show. I like William
Shatner, I admire his chutzpah (and he is Jewish, did you know that? From Montreal ), and I do notice how he
pops up everywhere, but heaven’s sake, here? It made no sense. Anyway, he went on and on about predictions Macfarlane would be considered the worst host in Oscar history, a statement that was eerily prescient. Obviously
this part was pre-recorded at his own convenience, because in the whole six
hours or so, it was the only speech that sounded polished and un-muffed. But,
moving on.
I
did notice things, and I wrote them down on sticky notes as I watched, and by
the end of most of the evening (I bailed at 9:00 o’clock after 3 ½ hours, though
they had yet to perform the last, final, agonizing, closing musical number) I had
a string of them as long as your arm. I finally had to stick the stickies to
the stickies.
Screens
kept dropping down. William Shatner? (one sticky).
How
many standing ovations? (another sticky: everyone and his dog seemed to be
getting one. If everyone is the best, then nobody is the best.)
Old
singers. Shirley Bassey knocked my socks off for her sheer style, even if her
voice faltered a bit. She nailed that last note, however, and looked elegant
and even sexy, owning that stage. (Proving the old song was right: there is nothing you can name that is anything like a Dame.) Babs Streisand was a bit more disappointing, appearing
frozen in time except for her very rusty pipes. She’s now a low contralto,
and too careful for fear the fragile instrument will break (which it will, and
soon). The tribute to Marvin Hamlisch was very touching however, as he did
indeed leave us much too soon.
OK,
two stickies down. Oops, some of these have things written on the back too: metal
dresses. Everyone was shiny last night, or
almost everyone. Like they’d been dipped in molten gold or something. Well, if
WE had personal tailors and dressmakers who fitted our gowns exactly to the
contours of our bodies. . . no, we wouldn’t look that good, but at least we’d
look better than we do now.
I
took note of older women trying to pull off the gown, and most can’t. I liked
Shirley Bassey’s netting idea: it looks like you’re showing a lot of skin, but
you aren’t. It’s a soft-focus thing, and skaters use it to make sure everything stays in place. I also liked some of the three-quarter
sleeves on dresses: us women pushing 60 generally can’t flaunt a lot of upper
arm. One older dame, well, 50 isn’t old, is it? – but she wore a white
sleeveless gown and loose hair and looked a proper strollop. It just didn’t
work. Do something else. Do what Nicole Kidman did, pull back the hair in a
twist and let wisps float loose in front, a combination of structured and free. I have spoken.
(A
tip, girls – nothing to do with the Oscars – if you’re a certain age, do not wear a low-cut dress with a push-up bra, or décolletage as they
call it. Don’t, because even if it looks OK in the mirror, when you sit down to
talk to somebody it will all squish up and wrinkle, just like the skin on your
throat. Nothing worse than a wrinkled décolletage.)
I
have George C. on one sticky. Oh yes, George Clooney! He said he sewed the
beads on his girlfriend’s dress, and I hope he did. Later the host threw him a
small airline bottle of booze, and he opened it and tossed it back. That
George.
People
who died. Every year there are a lot of them, and Old Hollywood is pretty much
gone now. They always have that pre-recorded tribute, and it’s touching. But I
am SO glad they did away with the former practice of having the audience
applaud. Some dead people - big stars - got whoops and cheers (a standing ovation?), some just a
smattering, and a lot of them dead silence because they were just “connected to
the industry” or something, adapted the screenplay for Death of a Salesman
or some other such nonsense and really weren’t important, it’s not like anyone
ever heard of them.
WHAT
was up with Renee Zellweger? Thank God she had two or three other presenters
with her. My God! She couldn’t read. She has always been oddly
squinty-eyed, but now she looked bizarre, and when she turned sideways her face
sort of disappeared like it had been pushed in. Was she on something, just put
in eye drops, or what? Richard Gere was sort of holding her up as she swayed (not that I would mind that), and when he showed her the card with the winner on it and said, “You
take this one", she tilted her head very oddly and squinted her eyes almost shut
and sort of pushed the card away. The next one was even stranger, because it
was her turn to read the winner and instead she frankly handed the card off to
someone else, Queen Latifah I think, who can still see. Has illiteracy struck her at a mature age? I wonder what has happened
to Miss You-Had -Me-At-Hello.
That
little black girl didn’t win. Good, because nobody can pronounce her name
anyway, and we don’t need another Lindsay Lohan. If she wants to act, let her
come back in 15 years.
Ang
Lee is such a surprise, so humble and quiet. What a genius, responsible for a
huge variety of movies that I can’t remember right now, but I’ll look them up.
He can do anything, it seems, even be consistent. I won’t see Life of Pi,
having suffered through the book, but I’m sure it’s good.
I
was genuinely touched when the ethereal Daniel Day-Lewis won for Lincoln , and his wife leaped up
and wouldn’t let go of his hand. I don’t know where else to put this, but there
was a hideous Lincoln joke from Macfarlane that got a big laugh: "The actor who really got inside Lincoln's head was John Wilkes Booth." It prompted a groan at first, but then he did
some sort of "what? What? Did I say something?" and everyone roared with
laughter. I know human beings are herd animals and will go along with just
about anything (Hitler comes to mind), but this just seemed extreme.
But
why was I so surprised? This is the States! The Vice President is running
around telling everyone to go out and buy a shotgun! Hey, Lincoln couldn’t have been killed
with a pea shooter, could he?
A musical mystery. There were some scenes shown from a foreign film called Amour, about an old couple: it looked like the wife was terminally ill and the husband was trying to help her die. The piano music however just mesmerized me because I had heard it before, and had no idea who wrote it. I finally decided it must be Schumann. Ransacked my CD collection and found very little Schumann on piano, but poked through another CD with SCHUBERT on it and hit pay dirt. Now I can find it on YouTube: the internet is kind. (It was the Impromptu #3 in G Flat Minor, in case you want to hear it yourself.)
A musical mystery. There were some scenes shown from a foreign film called Amour, about an old couple: it looked like the wife was terminally ill and the husband was trying to help her die. The piano music however just mesmerized me because I had heard it before, and had no idea who wrote it. I finally decided it must be Schumann. Ransacked my CD collection and found very little Schumann on piano, but poked through another CD with SCHUBERT on it and hit pay dirt. Now I can find it on YouTube: the internet is kind. (It was the Impromptu #3 in G Flat Minor, in case you want to hear it yourself.)
And
finally, as they say on Inside Edition: when they dropped another screen down
from fairyland with Michelle Obama on it, I thought: Fixed. Rigged. Best Picture HAS to
be Lincoln , but it was that other
one, that – what’s it called anyway? Argot? Ingot? But I don’t watch this thing for the
movies.