Overall, the 79th annual Oscar show was “nice.” Most everyone was satisfied by the winners, but for the pinnacle night of showbiz, it should have been a tighter show.
February 27, 2007 (Press Release) --
This is my own pet peeve. Yes, everyone dresses up big for the Oscars, and yes, a lot of people watch it for the fashion.
But in the end, it isn’t a fashion show. I haven’t worked out the ratio of security guards to fashion police at the festivities, but whatever it is, it’s taken a little of the fun out of the show. The old days of little known film people showing up in dresses made of American Express cards and Barbra Striesand’s boudoir outfit are over. Anyone who might have hopped out of the limo wearing a Swan, a la Bjork, now won’t risk days of bullying on E! and in the celebrity tabloids. Everyone now plays it a little more safe. Too Bad. But that’s beside the point.
What was my point? Oh yes, the Oscars. Losing the point and meandering down the wrong path was the repeated flaw of Sunday night’s 79th Annual Academy Awards ceremony. Witness the opening montage of mostly unknown and little inspired film people talking about the movie business.
To quote William Goldman from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, ‘Who are those guys?’ To which I add, why do we care? Had any of them said anything particularly meaningful or moving or relevant, it might have been a good montage. But it was a long boring detour right at the beginning of the show.
Ellen DeGeneres makes a perfectly respectable Oscar host. She’s not above the proceedings the way Jon Stewart made people feel last year, and she’s not so “inside” that the audience feels like they’re crashing a party where they’re all insiders.
Her wide-eyed excitement about hosting the Oscars came across as very real, and rather endearing. Her gentle monologue was funny enough, but a bit too long. And despite my earlier comments denying much interest in fashion, I’d have preferred that she not dress for the Oscars like a 1978 used car salesman.
I was very relieved when she changed outfits after the first third. Some of the best stuff of the night involved Ellen in the audience, sneaking a script to Martin Scorsese, and getting Steven Spielberg to take a picture of her with Clint Eastwood on her camera phone. I’m still waiting to see that picture on the web, maybe I just haven’t looked in the right place yet. Ellen can come back, if she leaves the white shoes at home next time.
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But in the end, it isn’t a fashion show. I haven’t worked out the ratio of security guards to fashion police at the festivities, but whatever it is, it’s taken a little of the fun out of the show. The old days of little known film people showing up in dresses made of American Express cards and Barbra Striesand’s boudoir outfit are over. Anyone who might have hopped out of the limo wearing a Swan, a la Bjork, now won’t risk days of bullying on E! and in the celebrity tabloids. Everyone now plays it a little more safe. Too Bad. But that’s beside the point.
What was my point? Oh yes, the Oscars. Losing the point and meandering down the wrong path was the repeated flaw of Sunday night’s 79th Annual Academy Awards ceremony. Witness the opening montage of mostly unknown and little inspired film people talking about the movie business.
To quote William Goldman from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, ‘Who are those guys?’ To which I add, why do we care? Had any of them said anything particularly meaningful or moving or relevant, it might have been a good montage. But it was a long boring detour right at the beginning of the show.
Ellen DeGeneres makes a perfectly respectable Oscar host. She’s not above the proceedings the way Jon Stewart made people feel last year, and she’s not so “inside” that the audience feels like they’re crashing a party where they’re all insiders.
Her wide-eyed excitement about hosting the Oscars came across as very real, and rather endearing. Her gentle monologue was funny enough, but a bit too long. And despite my earlier comments denying much interest in fashion, I’d have preferred that she not dress for the Oscars like a 1978 used car salesman.
I was very relieved when she changed outfits after the first third. Some of the best stuff of the night involved Ellen in the audience, sneaking a script to Martin Scorsese, and getting Steven Spielberg to take a picture of her with Clint Eastwood on her camera phone. I’m still waiting to see that picture on the web, maybe I just haven’t looked in the right place yet. Ellen can come back, if she leaves the white shoes at home next time.
Source: http://www.yahoo.com
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