Every year it’s the same old thing.
I stay up way too late watching the Academy Awards, and groggily I rise the next morning, with pasty eyelids and weary steps and a slight, nauseous feeling of “Why did I do it?”
I’m hung-over, is what it is. Too much TV. Too much pomp and nonsense.
Yet I will do it all again next year.
You may or may not know this about me, but I do not watch much television. In fact, if you exclude the programming on PBS Kids, I don’t watch any. It’s just not where I’m at these days—and I am far too sidetracked as it is to add one more distraction to the pile.
The Oscars, however, I do not miss.
At first, this bothered my husband. He finds the entire show to be annoying—the glitz, the bravado, the liberal bent. He has since learned to indulge me, (really, I don’t ask for all that much in life), and knows to gather up the kids and head upstairs once those movie stars hit the red carpet.
He’s doing well, my husband. He’s maturing. Each year he grows in his love and acceptance of me, his much-loved spouse.
And plus he knows that any snide remarks made in passing will result in a bowl of popcorn hurled his way.
Perhaps you can’t be bothered by the Oscars and have already moved on to another blog by now. (If that’s the case, then what’s the point of that sentence?) Perhaps, like me, you are a movie buff and a former “stage person” who loves to watch the professionals in action. What will they wear? What will they say? Will they be ‘real’ or totally arrogant? Finally, you may find this all to be “old news” and that may be true, but I’ll remind you of my “Too much TV” hangover and ask your indulgence. I’ve one or two (or hang on a minute, let me count—eight) observations to make.
- Amy Adams is a sweetie-pie. I haven’t seen Enchanted—have you?—but think I’d like it. And how about her response to that “well-meaning” (I am sure) reporter who asked how it feels to perform in front of a billion people: “Why would you ask that?” Adams demanded, laughingly. “Are you trying to make me nervous?”
- Jack Nicholson is annoying. He should go away. Why is he given a front row seat Every. Single. Year?
- George Clooney is not annoying. He can stay.
- Glen Harsard and Marketa Irglova (winners of Best Original Song) are also not annoying. How cute and how “real” could they be? I rented the movie Once after Danielle recommended it. It took me a half an hour to get into it but once I did, I found it charming. (My husband had left the room by then, finding it far…. too….slow for his mood that evening.)
- Ellen Page did not win Best Actress for her role in the movie Juno. Sigh.
- Diablo Cody did win Best Original Screenplay for the movie Juno. I found her outfit and tattoo off-putting. Enough said.
- I noted that the people in front row—usually women, who should know that they’re high profile and respond accordingly—rarely applauded after the performances. What’s up with that? Can they not be bothered to even pretend? Are they bored? Are they asleep? Or are they wistful that it’s not about them just then?
- This brings me to my final observation. I found it ironic that my meditation the very next morning included these thoughts from The Imitation of Christ: “True vainglory is an evil plague, because it draws away from true glory, and robs us of heavenly grace. For, while a man takes complacency in himself, he displeases Thee; while he looks for human applause, he is deprived of true virtues. But true glory is to glory in Thee and not in one’s self; to rejoice in Thy Name, but not in one’s own strength.”
It occurred to me then—and only then—that not one of the award winners thanked God for his or her talents—not one. Some performers have the courage to do so, you know, but such was not the case on Sunday evening…and more’s the pity.
Ah well. There’s always next year!
Ad majorem Dei gloriam,