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Ohhhh, Oscar, Oscar, OSCAR!
Apr. 26th, 2021 10:18 pmYeah, the presentation this year was Odd. Couple of reasons.
We didn't watch, and have never been big fans of the big production. I probably go back to the Johnny Carson hosting era of consistent viewing. The thing's become so meta and self-adulating over the years, it's hard to take it seriously. After the La La Land Oops Moonlight moment of 2017, even the winners can't be counted on to have won. And until this year, studios stuck with the ancient tradition of holding back the Good Stuff from release to us here in Flyover Country until after the ceremony, slipping them into the one mandatory NY or LA screening before New Years to qualify them. At least most of this year's nominees were available beforehand. Not that we took advantage; we screened none of the ten Best Picture nominees in advance, though Nomadland is loaded in the on-deck circle. Of the others placing in major categories, we caught only a handful on various streaming services, and we didn't make it through all of them: Borat 2, Hillbilly Elegy, One Night in Miami, and Da 5 Bloods among the live action, and Soul, Onward and Over the Moon in the animated category. (I'm aShaumed to admit we never caught the most recent Shaun the Sheep, but I suspect we'll be remedying that.)
The weird aspect of it was the late-night robbing of Wakanda. After airing a touching tribute to Chadwick Boseman and then saving the Best Actor award for last? They went and handed it out to Sir Anthony Hopkins, who hardly needs the extra hardware. Far as I'm concerned, anyone who ever plays Nixon onstage or onscreen should be permanently disqualified from being recognized for anything good. And that's counting him as worse than Hannibal Lecter. Mister Bean, FAVA Bean, accounted for himself quite well last night, since in addition to Hopkins, Another Round won best foreign film, starring Mads Mikkelsen, who played HL on the Clariceless TV adaptation of the character.
On the other hand, My Octopus Teacher won best doc, so we've got that going for us, which is nice.
I guess it's a sign of normalcy returning that we can have a Sunday night show in the movie capital of the world (at the Hollywood theater once named for the most iconic brand of film). Now, there's a certain irony in that venue named for the sound, rather than the sight, of the motion picture.
But hey. If by this time next year we're back into cinemas and Fauci's Vaccinated Us With Science, I'm fine with that:)
We didn't watch, and have never been big fans of the big production. I probably go back to the Johnny Carson hosting era of consistent viewing. The thing's become so meta and self-adulating over the years, it's hard to take it seriously. After the La La Land Oops Moonlight moment of 2017, even the winners can't be counted on to have won. And until this year, studios stuck with the ancient tradition of holding back the Good Stuff from release to us here in Flyover Country until after the ceremony, slipping them into the one mandatory NY or LA screening before New Years to qualify them. At least most of this year's nominees were available beforehand. Not that we took advantage; we screened none of the ten Best Picture nominees in advance, though Nomadland is loaded in the on-deck circle. Of the others placing in major categories, we caught only a handful on various streaming services, and we didn't make it through all of them: Borat 2, Hillbilly Elegy, One Night in Miami, and Da 5 Bloods among the live action, and Soul, Onward and Over the Moon in the animated category. (I'm aShaumed to admit we never caught the most recent Shaun the Sheep, but I suspect we'll be remedying that.)
The weird aspect of it was the late-night robbing of Wakanda. After airing a touching tribute to Chadwick Boseman and then saving the Best Actor award for last? They went and handed it out to Sir Anthony Hopkins, who hardly needs the extra hardware. Far as I'm concerned, anyone who ever plays Nixon onstage or onscreen should be permanently disqualified from being recognized for anything good. And that's counting him as worse than Hannibal Lecter. Mister Bean, FAVA Bean, accounted for himself quite well last night, since in addition to Hopkins, Another Round won best foreign film, starring Mads Mikkelsen, who played HL on the Clariceless TV adaptation of the character.
On the other hand, My Octopus Teacher won best doc, so we've got that going for us, which is nice.
I guess it's a sign of normalcy returning that we can have a Sunday night show in the movie capital of the world (at the Hollywood theater once named for the most iconic brand of film). Now, there's a certain irony in that venue named for the sound, rather than the sight, of the motion picture.
But hey. If by this time next year we're back into cinemas and Fauci's Vaccinated Us With Science, I'm fine with that:)