(with apologies to the poor anonymous people who put their pictures on the internet for me to glom.)
A few observations about last night's Oscars.
I loved Elinor Burkett running up on stage to steal the spotlight from director Roger Ross Williams accepting the award for Documentary Short, Music by Prudence. I couldn't understand a word she said, but she should teach cross-checking to in the NHL.
I couldn't help but notice that every time a black nominee won, the director spent the entire speech searching out other black faces in the audience whether the people had anything to do with the winning picture or not. This may have been a mistake at the end of Mo'Nique's somewhat confrontational speech when the camera cut to Samuel L. Jackson rolling his eyes.
There was a pre-recorded segment about 4 lifetime achievement awards. The best line of the night may belong to Ron Howard quoting Roger Corman telling him if "...you do a really, really good job on this picture, you'll never have to work for me again".
George Clooney is totally morphing into Cary Grant. That's why you never see them in the same room together.
Or it could be that whole dead-since-1986 thing.
Speaking of dead, there was the annual Parade-Of-The-No-Longer-With-Us. Like most people, I can't figure out why they always start with a really wide shot of the stage so you can't figure out who the first few people are. And, like always, I find myself asking "When did he die", three or four times. And I always feel sorry for the photos that don't get any applause because the audience has no idea who they were. On the other hand, to steal a line from Ken Levine, maybe the audience applauds because they're glad the guy is dead.
They hauled out Barbara Steisand to present the "Best Director" award. She blathered on about what an historic moment it was...that they might be presenting the award to a woman for the first time, or maybe a black man would win for the first time. Apparently, the other three names were just on the list to get the nominees up to the requisite list of five. Or maybe she was still channeling the 2008 Democratic Primaries. Two further thoughts: 1.) Bigelow was a favorite, but the only way they could have telegraphed her win any better would have been to have Barbara make her entrance in a Bomb Disposal Suit, and 2.) Hurt Locker actually had a nomination for Best Original Score and they played Bigelow off the stage with Helen Reddy's "I Am Woman"? Really?
My only direct connection to this year's Oscars is Co-Producer Adam Shankman. He was the choreographer on two movies I worked on and I'm thrilled to see all the success he's had over the years. Hey, Adam! You've got 16 friggin' movies in development. Call me!
Anyway, let me finish off by getting back to fashion, a subject I'm totally unqualified to opine about, as can be attested by certain women who have recently dragged me into shoe stores. The Red Carpet Commentators are all talking about how "classic" Sarah Jessica Parker looked. Sorry, but I just don't see it. I thought she looked like she was about to enter a sack race. And all that hopping around must be why her massive tiara slipped off her head and landed on her boobs.
Charlize Theron didn't get the Princess Leia memo...The coffee rolls go on the side of your head.
Or maybe this is what she was going for.
What did the rest of you think of the evening. (First one who brags that they didn't watch it gets such a clout!)