Generally, Oscars feel like junior high class elections. My friends ran and lost out to the Jake Ryans of our grade. Now, part of me understood why Jake Ryan would win. He's dreamy in his man-of-a-few-words kind of way. And there was always that possibility that he would track me down on my sixteenth birthday and give me that kiss I was desperately waiting for. But I'm a loyal girl. And loyalty usually outweighs Molly Ringwald comedies. So I would be disappointed when my friends wouldn't win.
But this year's Oscars was not the case. I wanted Daniel Day Lewis. I wanted Javier Bardem. I wanted Marion Cotillard. I wanted the Coen Brothers. And No Country For Old Men. And Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova. And Diablo Cody. Hell, I even wanted Atonement to win for Best Score. Sigh. This is a strange feeling. It's like rewriting time. Or something.
Here's a video that was back to business as usual. Taking pity, while also openly scorning the dilettante Ryan Seacrest and ever appropriate Gary Busey.
Note: I heart both Laura Linney and Jennifer Garner. Jennifer's paralyzed fear was both adorable and comical.
1 comment:
The Oscars are nothing more than a cog in the vast machinery that The Man uses to placate the prolitariat. Circuses and bread for the people, to keep them from looking too hard at the nefarious deeds their "representatives" commit, as their country falls to pieces around them. Television is the opiate of the masses.
And did you see how cute Glen and Markéta were when they accepted their awards? That was awesome. And say what you will about Mr. Stewart, that was cool that he was able to bring her back out. Fair play, indeed.
Um. And... From each according to his ability, to each according to his work. Y'know.
Whatevs.
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