I love movies. I've been doing theater since I was seven years old. I admire creativity and talent. Why, oh why, don't I care two figs about the Oscars? Part of it is that I feel bullied. Everyone expects you to watch, to have seen all or most of the movies, to have an opinion on who deserves what. I've seen some of them and they were very good. I've seen others that I didn't care for. There are a couple under consideration that I wouldn't see at gunpoint. I don't like the violence, the big explosions, the exploitation of women, the blood, the special effects as planets are destroyed. Yeah. OK. I'm glad you like them, but I like to spend my money being entertained, and by entertained I mean "made to feel better than I did before I parted with my $12." Give me musicals ("Into the Woods"?) or romance. Give me comedies that make my sides ache. I'm not a prude about sex at all, and I can cuss with the best and worst of the longshoremen, but show some intelligence, will ya? Give me witty writing and a chortle or two in a darkened theater where no one around me is surreptitiously texting on his cell phone and I am a happy camper.
As for the self congratulatory excesses of the Academy Awards program itself, I've had enough of that as I have of snow this winter. Beauty pageants, Golden Globes, People's Choice, Oscars, Grammies, they are all much of a muchness to me. The only thing I find interesting are the dresses which I can easily view online the next day in about 30 minutes instead of staying up way past my bedtime and feeling lousy all the next day. The glamorous event seems to bring out a decidedly nasty side of the critics which I do not enjoy at all. So I shall be watching "counter programming" tonight. It fascinates me what the other networks find in their deep dark vaults that they choose to "throw away" against blockbuster programming. Or maybe I'll watch a "Love it or Lease" it on Netflix and be inspired to redecorate my house. Most likely, I'll fall asleep on my end of the reclining sofa while Himself sleeps on his, and around 11 o'clock we will nod at each other and drag our weary selves upstairs to get ready for another week. And by the time I get to work I'll know who wore what and who won what and if I meet you at the water cooler I'll be so informed that you won't know I'm faking it. The only thing that might give me away (outside of this blog) is that I won't be bleary-eyed with fatigue. But hey, have a great evening! :)
As for the self congratulatory excesses of the Academy Awards program itself, I've had enough of that as I have of snow this winter. Beauty pageants, Golden Globes, People's Choice, Oscars, Grammies, they are all much of a muchness to me. The only thing I find interesting are the dresses which I can easily view online the next day in about 30 minutes instead of staying up way past my bedtime and feeling lousy all the next day. The glamorous event seems to bring out a decidedly nasty side of the critics which I do not enjoy at all. So I shall be watching "counter programming" tonight. It fascinates me what the other networks find in their deep dark vaults that they choose to "throw away" against blockbuster programming. Or maybe I'll watch a "Love it or Lease" it on Netflix and be inspired to redecorate my house. Most likely, I'll fall asleep on my end of the reclining sofa while Himself sleeps on his, and around 11 o'clock we will nod at each other and drag our weary selves upstairs to get ready for another week. And by the time I get to work I'll know who wore what and who won what and if I meet you at the water cooler I'll be so informed that you won't know I'm faking it. The only thing that might give me away (outside of this blog) is that I won't be bleary-eyed with fatigue. But hey, have a great evening! :)
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