March 1, 2011

A Recap of the Glamour

Now that we've had a good day to digest everything, let's recap and reflect.

First off, the hosting job. There were moments of true brilliance from Franco and Hathaway. Anne's insulting of Hugh Jackman with a bastardized take of "On My Own" was excellent, and the opening montage of the two of them entering into Alec Baldwin's dream to get hosting tips, narrarted by Morgan Freeman was fantastic.

"And so, the naked chick from Love and Other Drugs and the guy who moonlights on General Hospital kept going." Awesome!

But apart from that, there wasn't really much spark to what they were doing. Hathaway was exuberant as hell, but Franco was awkward as hell. Indeed the funniest moments of the night came form Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law's bickering, and the auto-tuned versions of Harry Potter, The Social Network, Eclipse, and Toy Story 3. Other than that, it was kind of a blah evening.

Well, ok. That was pretty good too...

I won't bore your for too long with talks of the winners, but, needless to say, I'm more than a little ticked off that The King's Speech took home as many as it did. Granted, Inception and The Social Network won the most of the show, but Speech took all the major ones. Not that I'm complaining, it certainly deserved to win everything it did. My qualm stems from the fact that, once again, Oscar is afraid of voting for the daring, young, hip movie over the traditional, uplifting, old movie. Of the Best Picture nominees, the only ones that will be relevant a year from now will be The Social Network, Inception, and Black Swan. All others will be looked back on with favor, but none of them will carry the same prestige that those three will. It's been another year where the winner will be forgotten. Everyone will know about Fincher and Facebook in a year, and be hard pressed to tell you about Hooper and the King. Such is life.

However, I am thrilled that the Academy did go a little outside the box on a few things, even we totally expected them to. I mean, how awesome was it to see Trent Reznor walk up to that stage to accept the award for Best Original Score. Natalie Portman winning Best Actress for a horror movie over all the other poignant dramas only proved that "campy" genres can still take home the prizes. And then I'm thrilled Randy Newman won Best Original Song, if only because his speech was hilarious.


Some shocks before I leave you. I did not see David Fincher losing Best Director. I accepted long before the ceremony that The Social Network would not win Best Picture, but I though Fincher was a shoe in, if only because everyone can name at least three other films he should have won for before now. Guess the Academy didn't want a split year, those fools. And poor True Grit, now, officially, one of the biggest Oscar losers in history, with ten nominations, and not a single win. It was to be expected; The Coen's did just have their time on that stage, but still. Damn!

Alright, that's all. Oscar was average this year, offering very few surprises and only a handful of great laughs. Let's get Martin and Baldwin up there, or, even better, Stewart and Colbert. That would be perfect!

Unfortunately, I did not foresee the amount of work I would have to be doing as of late, so you'll have to wait until tomorrow for The Snubbies results to drop. If you haven't voted, the clock is ticking! PUNCH! THAT! SHIT!

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