When did the Academy Awards show lose its edge?
On Sunday night, that’s when.
The opening number by Queen followed by Tina Fey, Amy Pohler and Maya Rudolph was alright…I guess.
But it felt more like the Grammys meets the Emmys —INSTEAD of the once mighty Oscars!
The show cried out for a host in the worst way.
A “he” or “she” – anybody who could add some edgy, and comedic glue to the evening.
….bet they’ll have a host next year.
I will give credit to the commercials running within the show. They sure were above average.
From Rolex to Walmart and beyond, the advertisers all seemed to put their best foot forward.
(Sponsors apparently learned from the Super Bowl where commercials have become part of the total entertainment package.)
And the ratings were actually up this year after four straight years of decline, so there’s that.
Highlights of the evening?
For me it was the terrific duo-song presentation of ‘Shallow’ by Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga.
And, of course, I was THRILLED to see MY favorite movie of 2018 (“Green Book”) win the top prize as ‘Best Picture.’
I was (almost) sure they’d hand it to “Roma,” but they didn’t…….
Biggest disappointment?
Glenn Close coming ever so close to win for “THE WIFE,” but alas It was not to be.
I just wish that the stars would once and for all check their politics at the door.
I just don’t give a damn how Spike Lee feels about….well, frankly about anything.
Spare me.
And I could’ve easily gone without his “the 2020 election is just around the corner” remark.
Thank you Spike, but I didn’t need you to tell me, “let’s all mobilize. Let’s be on the right side of history.”
Now let’s all spritz healthy doses of butter substitute on our buckets of popcorn and hope for a better 92nd edition of the Oscars.
“I just wish that the stars would once and for all check their politics at the door.
I just don’t give a damn how Spike Lee feels about….well, frankly about anything.”
Exactly!!!!!!!!!!! An actor, if he/she is great, is an excellent liar, a pretender. I know many, many local actors and really like most of them a lot. Their political opinions are no better, or worse, than those of my friends, carpenters, electricians, bartenders et al and the aforementioned are usually polite enough abstain from insisting from “On High” that they have the best and brightest ideas with respect to coming elections.
This “horror” started with Colonel Kurtz.
In 1973, Marlon Brando sent Sacheen Littlefeather up on stage at the Oscars, to reject his Academy Award Statue for his performance in “The Godfather”. Littlefeather, who was born, Marie Louise Cruz (Not much cachet there, hence the new sobriquet.), read a short screed designed to make everyone feel guilty about Native Americans and then departed. She should have been more prescient and ruminated about Domestic Violence. Her father, a Yaqui Apache, was a violent alcoholic who beat the stuffing out of her mother almost daily.
What is so Comme Il Faut now, the Protest/Resistance speeches given by virtue signalling, holier-than-thou “celebrities” who have ruined a once great venue and now threaten to ruin the entire entertainment industry, started that night. The “Culture War” elevated mediocre talent and the unexpected good fortune of those salt of the earth actors, for a few minutes, into a new celestial empyrius where the fires of their outrage were fungible and could be leveraged into their next contract.
Ya just want ’em to shut the fuck up.
“The horror, the horror…”
Lee is dressed like a clown. Who takes clowns seriously.
It’s all the political crap that has halted my watching of “ALL” award shows. Spike Lee can make some good movies and then turns people away when he opens his mouth with his current political rant of the day. I turn to entertainers for entertainment, not political commentary. If I want to see that hogwash there is more than several dozens of one side talk shows to get my fill on the subject at.
+1000