This year’s Oscars had one large point in its favor right from the beginning; the host was not Anne Hathaway or James Franco. Having Billy Crystal back has been a high point even if some of his bits and jokes have gone flat. Cirque du Soleil was a definite high point as well.
Low points have been plentiful. From Jennifer Lopez and Cameron Diaz trying to act cute to Bradley Cooper’s want-a-be-if-it-was-lucky porn star mustache the lows have dominated the whole show. The so called jokes and bits have been stilted at every turn and the self-aggrandizement has been abundant.
Also why cut the microphone on the winners so we can hear about Adam Sandler’s thing for Sean Connery’s chest hair? Why would you include Steve Jobs in the In Memorium when his name was not associated with movies at all and the washed out photos were not flattering at all to the people. Also the lady singing with the “fro” through it all would be a bitch to sit behind at the movies.
Brad Pitt looks like a homeless man. Angelina Jolie looks like a skeleton with skin. Will Ferrell and Zach Ger-funken-whatever-his-name-is need to die … or at least get run over by a train and consigned to a convalescence home.
As for Nick Nolte, I can just imagine what’s going through his head right now: “Where am I? What am I doing here? Who are you people? Why is everyone clapping? Am I dead? Am I in hell?”
Meryl Streep – no one believes your false humility. We all know that you’re a prima donna in your real life.
The Artist won though for Best Picture, and that made my night.
