OSCAR, YOU BORE ME
OK—the 77th Annual Academy Awards, I’m still trying to get this straight. Take one of the funniest people on the planet, Chris Rock and have him host. Mix in some of the greatest looking and talented actors in the business—Johnny Depp, Leonardo Di Caprio, Clive Owen, Don Cheadle and Jamie Foxx as nominees. Add a dash of icon—the head to head nominees, Clint Eastwood and Martin Scorsese for directing Million Dollar Baby and The Aviator respectively. And stir in a banner year for Black actors (four nominated in acting categories). We’re gonna have a memorable event right? Right? Well, no. Hell no.
Though there are some of us who don’t remember that year when Oliver! won best picture, I’m pretty certain this may be the most boring Academy Awards ceremony in the history of the show. Sure some lovely women traipsed across the stage, many awards were deserved and honest tears were shed. And yes, Rock started the program off with some hilarious jibes (mostly about comparing President Bush to an employee at The Gap). But something happened along the way. Between the ugly stage looking like Star Search circa 1989 (where’s Ed McMahon?), the abbreviated award presentations for, apparently, less important winners (like those pesky stage hogs who do set design, animated shorts or you know, make documentary films) and Rock’s, mostly, lackluster in-between-jokes, the proceedings became a bit tedious. Stunted even. Like everyone dosed out on xanax (but not enough) and didn’t throw back enough booze (like at the Globes).
Even with its shorter running time, it seemed to drag on and on and on. And soooo colorless. I mean, where’s Cher, Cuba Gooding Jr. and (gulp) Roberto Benigni when you need them? Hell, I’ll take embarrassing moments even, like when James Cameron hollered that whole “I’m the King of the World” crap or Sally Field yelped “You like me!” Jesus Christ—bring out Rob Lowe and Snow White if you have to.
But don’t get me wrong, I didn’t hate everything about Oscar this year, I just felt a bit deflated. And not just because the highly overrated Million Dollar Baby won over The Aviator or Clive Owen couldn’t man the stage or, I dunno…most of the film’s I loved weren’t nominated in the first place. I was not given the spectacle I’ve come to expect. Nevertheless, I must discuss and yes, honor the ceremony. So here are the highs, lows, raves and pans of the night. And like the show, I’ll try to keep it short.
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