Sunday, February 24, 2008
Live Blogging the Oscars
Okay, not really. I mean, yes, I'm typing this while the Oscars are on, but I'm not really going to post throughout. I mean, I'm hoping it'll be over pretty soon anyway.
But did you see the special award given to Art Director Robert Boyle?
He's 98 years old.
And his voice is as strong as anyone I've ever heard. (Way stronger than mine!) Could he have had "work done" on his voice? How in the world is he this strong at 98? Also, I love that when old men get dressed up for something like the Oscars they wear a scarf. I'm a fan of the all day indoor scarf. What a classy man and classy moment.
Oh, and what a great acceptance speech from the director of the first film to win an Oscar from Austria (I guess if you don't count Sound of Music).
Can I just say that nothing this evening has made me want to see the movie Enchanted which I guess I missed last summer. I do like Kristin Chenowith, though.
And how can you not like John Travolta dancing up to his presentation.
And wow. Did you see Jon Stewart just bring the winner of Best Song back out after she'd been played off so she could make her speech?! This is like the feel-goodest Oscars ever in the history of the world.
It was probably about 10 or maybe 15 years ago that I stopped rehearsing my acceptance speech that I'd been practicing since the beginning of time. But the greatness of the Oscars didn't fade with my one-time dreams. Sometimes they're dull, awkward, or worse. But always they celebrate and show what is so undeniable about movies: their power, intricacies, intertwined produced-ness and reception... The way movies are made by so many different people, with so many different layers. The ways they picture so many layers of truth from blood to hope (from old to young, from wrong choices to mistakes to remorse to atonement, epic to quotidian).
Okay, I'll stop. But, seriously.
Oh! The Coens again. Remember the time I almost took a job as their personal assistant but I went to grad school in Ohio instead of moving to NYC to work with them? Aw well, I probably wouldn't have graded nearly as many papers or served on nearly as many committees if the chips had fallen another way... And what about Buddy and G? Who'd have cuddled with them?