Live Blogging: Is It Over, Already?
"Tolerance." That's the theme of the night. So please tolerate my link to this earlier post with my predictions. OK, I didn't get them all right . . . but Best Picture, Actor, Actress, and Director. I'll take that.
Thank you, Academy. Thank you.
So, Memoirs of a Geisha has to be the most award-winning film panned by the critics. It won all (?) the visual-type rewards (that King Kong didn't). It's at the top of my list now, although it doesn't come out on DVD until March 28.
And what was with the Oscars' attacks on DVD tonight? C'mon folks, that's where the money is.
And, one more thing. It's hard out here for a pimp. Word. Out. Hollah.
posted by Number Three @ 11:25 PM
2 Comments:
I'm mostly commenting on style here, not substance, since for the first time in ages I haven't seen a single Oscar film, unless you count Cinderella Man. Mrs. TMcD has an aversion to the local theatre on a weekend night, since it tends to be teen scene overload. That said....
Glad to see the "Pimp" win. Not actually having heard any of the three songs before, and being old enough and "white" enough to not enjoy rap very much, that performance was by far the liveliest thing at the Oscars last night. It was unabashedly over the top, and not in the self-indulgently arty way that the burning car, slow-motion Crash song was. Plus, there's the, Tennessee shout out.
I thought Jon Stewart was good too, with good snark all night long--the opposite of Chris Rock last year, who had a great opening monologue but mediocre follow-up. Especially strong: the campaign commercials with supporting actresses "swift boating" each other. The weakest bit was the Tom Hanks getting mugged by the band skit. Good idea, flat execution. But, overall, the in-house crowd seemed to drag the whole show down. They seemed deeply tense and self-conscious. "Will America hate us cause we're gay and liberal?" Yes. Get over it. We don't like you, but we'd like you more if you didn't care that we don't like you. You know, like Rummy. This is at least the second straight year of bunker mentality at Oscar, but I'm guessing it goes back even past the Iraq War Oscars and Michael Moore to the post-9/11 postponement Oscars.
Now I guess I've gotta rent some movies. Good Night and Capote are probably tops on the list.
Best line of the night (and typifying why John Stewart should be the permanent host of the event):
For those keeping Oscar score at home:
Martin Scorcese: Zero.
Three Six Mafia: One.
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