Thank God THAT’S over.

So Scorcese finally got his Oscar for Taxi Driver. Which is nice, though the movie they cited was actually a remake of a Hong Kong action movie crossed with a remake of MEAN STREETS. Still, about ***king time. I hope the little guy isn’t so nervous from now on. Can you imagine a serene Martin Scorscese? No one can.

Otherwise the awards largely don’t matter. I like what Seinfeld said - “they tell you that you might be the best, but they won’t know for sure until a couple of months from now. Then they put you in a room and train cameras on you, because just in case you’re not the best they want to see your reaction when you find out.” I didn’t watch the whole show last night - I was cleaning house well into the first hour, and after a while I just got bored with it. It didn’t help that the show technically wasn’t at the top of its game. There were a lot of sound glitches and the pacing was, well, jerky. I did love Ellen DeGeneres, but having missed the monolog I didn’t get a chance to bond with her.

Even in the hour and a half that I did watch, I caught four or five moments where I said, “This is gonna keep Limbaugh occupied for the whole week.” I suppose that would be less moments if I hadn’t been watching when Best Documentary and Best Animated Feature were announced.

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Some say that Eddie Murphy, who was an early front-runner for a Best Supporting Actor Oscar thanks to his portrayal of James Thunder Early in DREAMGIRLS, killed any hope of the award thanks to his portrayal of Rasputia, the sassy overweight woman in NORBIT. Ironically, the Best Supporting Actress award went to Jennifer Hudson, a REAL overweight sassy woman in DREAMGIRLS. I’m not sure what this means, but it feels right so I’ll let it go.

Monday morning I had a dental appointment, and the big TV that my hygienist blocked as she scraped the scale off my teeth was showing nonstop Oscar news. It was at the moment when they interviewed Helen Mirren that I realized that my hygienist looks EXACTLY like Helen Mirren. Honestly, it’s eerie. I hope she doesn’t read this because the second I came to this conclusion I also wondered… what does my hygienist look like naked?

What else? Those Pilobolus dancers have always creeped me out, and that didn’t change Sunday Night. They’re like the Blue Man Group only weirder. I’m having nightmares about them.

My new favorite commenter “D” points out that the midwest is turning off the Oscars, and wonders why the laborers out there don’t find the technical Oscars, you know, the ones for the the non-stars, more interesting. It’s a good point. Personally my favorite catagories are screenplay and editing, but that’s because I’ve written screenplays and edited some features. Maybe that’s the secret. We either need more film schools, or we need awards shows for mechanics and insurance salesmen. You can’t tell me it would be more absurd than a show for the worlds smallest multi-billion dollar industry.

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