I watched the entire Academy Awards show last night so forgiveness please, I’m a little sleep deprived. It was a long show and although I’ve become accustomed to a lot less activity this winter, it was still an epic length of time to be planted on the couch.
I don’t watch the Oscars to get all snarky about what people are wearing or who won vs. who should have won. Actually I’m fairly easy to entertain and if you parade a bunch of movie stars all glammed-out, play bits of movies and interject song and dance, I’m yours for the evening.
To be honest, I have only seen two of the films so far: The Town and The Social Network. I enjoyed both tremendously but had a little trouble believing The Social Network could be the best movie of the year. Don’t get me wrong, the acting was great, the dialogue was incredible and I loved the Winklevoss twins–I just couldn’t believe there were two young men sooo good-looking. Yes, I was a little disappointed to find out they were played by one Armie “I’m 6’5″, 220 pounds and there’s two of me” Hammer but that’s not why I didn’t think it shouldn’t be the best film. I think–hoped that the best would have a weightier subject matter than social networking.
I do wish that Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross won for best song. Their music was mesmerizing and memorable, weirdly ominous. I think my biggest disappointment in the entire night was Randy Newman’s win. I feel like he’s written the same song over and over about a million times and I couldn’t stand it the first time. I also liked the song for 127 Hours although the poor girl looked like a giant orange popsicle when she sang it. Oops, sorry, I said I wouldn’t get snarky.
The hosts Anne Hathaway and James Franco were…well they weren’t amazing. I was hoping for AMAZING! but it was okay most of the time and painful in a few moments. She seemed to want to amp up the excitement to make up for his lackluster performance. I think he’s capable of far better and wonder if it was the pressure of the Best Actor nomination hanging over him for the entire evening? Even the opening movie montage was all Ms. Hathaway–and I enjoy her tremendously. I think she’s a riot but he was like watching Joey from Friends, The One Where Joey Hosts The Oscars. Meh.
There was a lot of Boston in the movies this year: The Fighter, The Town, The Social Network. The accents were right on. Melissa Leo did a fine job with her Massachusetts accent in the movie The Fighter–as did Christian Bale. Ms. Leo’s f-bomb in her acceptance speech seems to have gotten her more attention than her unfortunate lace doily gown (maybe she planned it that way?) I do wonder about Mr. Bale’s acceptance speech accent–is that his real voice or is he in method for another role? And what was with that beard? It made his head look ginormous!
I would never, ever, ever, ever tell that to his face. I’ve heard his hour-long rage (slight exaggeration) at the gaffer on The Terminator Movie set: Am I going to walk around and rip your ——- lights down, in the middle of a scene? Then why the —- are you walking right through? Ah-da-da-dah, like this in the background. What the —- is it with you? What don’t you ——- understand? You got any ——- idea about, hey, it’s ——- distracting having somebody walking up behind Bryce in the middle of the ——-scene? Give me a ——- answer! What don’t you get about it? Yikes.
There is no way would I ever say anything to Christian Bale about his ridiculous beard except “That is one awesome ginger beard, Mr. Bale. May I comb it?”
A few of the moments that were supposed to be touching and moving just didn’t work for me but I won’t go into criticizing them because I’d like people to believe I have an actual heart beating in my chest, not an ice-cube.
Two acceptance speeches stand out for me: Tom Hooper giving his mother credit for making The King’s Speech and Colin Firth for being funny instead of all mushy and philosophic. I might have laughed at anything my the time Mr. Firth came on though, it was pretty late.
Finally I end with the clip to my absolute favorite performance at the Oscars. Hugh Jackman’s opening number in 2009. That was the first time I’d watched the Oscars in about 20 years and his singing and dancing really made me think I’d missed something amazing for all those years. After last night, I don’t think I have and it might be another 20 years before I watch an entire night of the Oscars again.
Now to queue up my Netflix picks…