Life in Hollywood, below-the-line

Life in Hollywood, below-the-line
Work gloves at the end of the 2006/2007 television season (photo by Richard Blair)

Sunday, February 27, 2011

The Oscars, again...

Klaatu, barada, nikto*





















Gort, is that you? Dude, what happened...

Yeah, I know – I more or less promised to have something new and fresh ready to post today.... but just couldn’t make it happen. I tried hard, spending way too much time working on the post that was supposed to be up right now, but it’s not ready, and I haven’t yet sunk to the level where I’m willing to post half-baked drivel simply because noon on Sunday happens to roll around a little too soon. Besides, it’s much too nice a day to spend all afternoon staring into a computer screen beating that thing into shape.

Maybe next week.

Meanwhile, it’s Oscar Day here in Hollywood, our annual orgy of bling-laden self-congratulation, when this town looks lovingly into the mirror, then leans forward to give itself a big wet kiss. This is a banner day for limo services, hair stylists, makeup and wardrobe people, and the entire crew charged with putting on the show down at the Kodak Theater tonight. Catering companies too, because once the Oscars are dispensed -- and after the agents, managers, and other assorted professional parasites have been dutifully and publicly thanked -- the serious partying will begin.

Having seen none of the contending films, I can’t comment on that aspect of tonight’s bacchanal. And since I’ve already given the account of my own slightly jaundiced brush with Oscar, there’s no point in driving back down that deeply rutted memory lane. Follow the link if you want to read it.

I'll probably tune in for a few minutes, at least, but not for long -- I'm still trying to de-tox from the hour I squandered trying to watch the gawd-awful Grammys a few weeks ago. But I cast no stones or pass judgments today. We each like what we like, and owe neither explanations nor apologies to anybody else for our viewing choices.

So if you watch all seven hours of tonight's Oscars broadcast, enjoy the show.


* From the original The Day the Earth Stood Still

3 comments:

hazel motes said...

i'll prob watch a few minutes of the snorefest. but for real entertainment i read ricky gervais' suggested script for franco/hathaway hosts. check it out here:
http://www.rickygervais.com/thissideofthetruth.php

Egee said...

Well, I won't be watching. With each passing year, I become less and less interested. Then when I heard who the hosts were! No disrespesct to Ms. Hathaway and Mr. Franco (I think they're both fine actors), but I can't believe the producers would make such an obvious attempt to grab the twentysomethings' attention. But hey, in Hollywood, is there any other demographic?

Michael Taylor said...

Hazel --

Thanks for the tip. Rickey is indeed one funny guy. If he'd hosted the Oscars, I might have watched a little longer.

Egee -- I finally turned it on a couple of hours in, but there was Kevin Spacey claiming he was George Clooney, then singing some idiotic ditty -- all in honor of the "best song" category.

That was quite enough, thankyouverymuch.. I turned it off and didn't give the Oscars another thought.