Post-Oscar post
Those of you who are not interested in the topic, please avert your gaze.
Here’s a slideshow of Oscar fashions, for those inclined to gaze. My summary: lots of feathers (a la “Black Swan?”), some of them very unfortunate.
Lots of sparkles, lots of missing necklaces with strapless gowns. Lots of false eyelashes. Lots of changes of costume for the lovely Anne Hathaway, who tried valiantly to be enthusiastic but was dragged down repeatedly by co-host James Franco, whom I’ve never heard of before (I’m just that un-with it).
All in all, it went exactly as I thought it would. “The King’s Speech” is just the sort of vaguely cultural vaguely foreign vaguely highbrow entertainment the Oscars love to reward. Natalie Portman was a foregone conclusion for Best Actress. The only surprise was Melissa Leo’s unclassy but heartfelt f-bomb, and that television is still prissy enough to consider it worth bleeping rather than celebrating.
This predictability is part of the fun, sort of like stopping at a McDonald’s once in a while. And a lot less fattening.
Less fattening unless you choose to fatten your head. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “Ladies, just STEP AWAY from the Oscars.”
At least I did not eat jelly beans while watching them.
The jelly beans had already been demolished.
The downside: The predictable shout out to union solidarity (*rolls eyes*).
The upside to that downside: The second mention not only received zero applause – quite literally, the mention was made, a pause occurred, and a brief second of silence resulted – but the guy got played off.
Ha!
Ok, fine, the playoff wasn’t in response to his union schtick. But still, it happened.
Second drawback: The schtick about the business leaders in charge during the financial crisis in ’08. On the one hand, I’d like to see increased accountability myself (I’d just rather it happened within the industry). On the other, I can’t get over the hypocrisy of Hollywood ever agitating for jail time for any individual or groups of people. Because I have one thought when a movie maker does that: Roman Polanski. Regardless of whether a person thinks he should rot in jail for years, or just appear in a court to get a slap on the wrist and symbolic jail time, the fact remains that it’s just utterly hypocritical to say jail time for one but not the other. Would they mind telling us already which laws are supposed to be followed, and which ones are all right to break?
I am one who is more “inclined to glaze (sic)”, as in eyes–over. Pretty girls, though.
I always notice that very few of today’s actors and actresses know how to “carry” the formal attire. They bounce on the balls of their feet, galumph along like they’re walking over ploughed ground; the men slouch and shove their hands in their pockets, and generally look like unmade beds. No one knows what formal attire for men really is any more: it used to be that scorchingly sexy white tie and tails (evening) or cutaway (afternoon), Rhett Butler fashion.
And can we please get rid of the awful-looking fashion of men going unshaven? It not only looks awful, but if you kiss a man with whisker stubble, you get brush burn, which is No Fun at All.
Never have so many people with so little talent spent so much time giving themselves awards.