hell is round the corner. take two.
Mar. 25th, 2002 01:24 pmHere I go again on my own like Whitesnake. I was nearly finished with my post, when I decided to double-check something on IMDB, and netscape crashed. Of course, I forgot to save my entry. Let's try this again, this time with more finesse.
Despite Salon.com having fallen off big time, I went to their site in search of a Carina Chocano review of the Oscar's. I got something better -- they paid Cintra Wilson to do a piece! Carina is smart and hilarious, but Cintra is scathing and dangerous. I end all of her paragraphs with a long, slow "daaaaaamn", often covering my mouth with my hand and doubling over in mock agony or real snickering. You have to trust her though -- she crosses the line A LOT, check it out if you're looking to kill some time and possibly be entertained. And just for the record, last night I totally commented that Jennifer Connelly's speech reminded me of a 6th grade book report. When accepting awards, please feel free to lose it. Even when the speeches are more annoying than endearing (e.g. Julia, Roberto), at least they're memorable.
I just learned that last night was the longest Oscar's in history. I knew it seemed more drawn out than usual, but I'll be real -- there was nothing that obviously seemed needing to be cut. In fact, there even seemed to be some things missing -- they opted not to bring out the accountants. They also had no 2nd tier actor come out to talk about having the pleasure of hosting a ceremont held earlier recognizing techincal achievement in film. Let's just say, my vote is to cut out commercials -- that would streamline the show to a nice 2 and 1/2 hours.
I went to an Oscar gathering. At one point it was a party with people mingling in the other room having conversations, but by the end, only the true watchers remained. Despite one Surly Asshole, I enjoyed exchanging banter with most the folks there, who seemed to know and love most the movies, while still able to deftly criticize and gently ridicule the votes as well as the outfits. But of course, as all gathering are apt to have, there were moments. In this case, nominees for the "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" category of Even Good Whiteys are Whiteys Awards.
1) "Sidney Poitier's wife is white, isn't she?" Now, as MelRo pointed out, this comment is relatively benign on paper, but it's a case of tone -- the implication that is somehow made him less black or less ground-breaking. But this comment came from Mr. Surly, who previously attempted to make a joke about "Madame Ian McKellan", so despite it being ridiculously snide and ignorant, it wasn't totally out of step.
2) (During Halle's acceptance speech, right after mentiong Dorothy Dandridge) "Halle Berry's mom is white, right? I mean, not that it has anything to do with the award." Me: "Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?" EGWAW Nominee: " I just...find it interesting that she...chooses to align herself with...her other side."
After I popped my jaw back into place (it slipped when my mouth fell open), I said rather matter-of-factly (and shortly, because I was trying to pay attention to the best moment of the ceremony), "well, I'm guessing she probably didn't have much of a choice in aligning herself as anything particular." When the hell did the notorious "one-drop rule" get flipped backwards? She's somehow NOT a woman of color?
But, to be slightly more forgiving, this comment was completely out-of-step of most things this person says, which means they're eligible for the Reform Project and can possibly be rehabilitated.
For the most part, it was a good time. Next year I'll probably stay at home and watch it by myself though. I'm more dependable when it comes to cracking myself up and not offending myself. Well, I do enjoy watching it with a small handful of close friends who know their isht. But watching it alone reminds me of those middle-school and high-school days when I watched the Oscars to learn about what movies are supposed to be good movies and learning names to those familiar faces. My parents were pretty disinterested in such celebrity and film criticism, as were my school peers. It was a strange pleasure I enjoyed by myself (combined with reading US magazine and Premiere and Movieline) that actually made me feel connected and an active participant in the larger pop culture landscape.
Despite Salon.com having fallen off big time, I went to their site in search of a Carina Chocano review of the Oscar's. I got something better -- they paid Cintra Wilson to do a piece! Carina is smart and hilarious, but Cintra is scathing and dangerous. I end all of her paragraphs with a long, slow "daaaaaamn", often covering my mouth with my hand and doubling over in mock agony or real snickering. You have to trust her though -- she crosses the line A LOT, check it out if you're looking to kill some time and possibly be entertained. And just for the record, last night I totally commented that Jennifer Connelly's speech reminded me of a 6th grade book report. When accepting awards, please feel free to lose it. Even when the speeches are more annoying than endearing (e.g. Julia, Roberto), at least they're memorable.
I just learned that last night was the longest Oscar's in history. I knew it seemed more drawn out than usual, but I'll be real -- there was nothing that obviously seemed needing to be cut. In fact, there even seemed to be some things missing -- they opted not to bring out the accountants. They also had no 2nd tier actor come out to talk about having the pleasure of hosting a ceremont held earlier recognizing techincal achievement in film. Let's just say, my vote is to cut out commercials -- that would streamline the show to a nice 2 and 1/2 hours.
I went to an Oscar gathering. At one point it was a party with people mingling in the other room having conversations, but by the end, only the true watchers remained. Despite one Surly Asshole, I enjoyed exchanging banter with most the folks there, who seemed to know and love most the movies, while still able to deftly criticize and gently ridicule the votes as well as the outfits. But of course, as all gathering are apt to have, there were moments. In this case, nominees for the "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" category of Even Good Whiteys are Whiteys Awards.
1) "Sidney Poitier's wife is white, isn't she?" Now, as MelRo pointed out, this comment is relatively benign on paper, but it's a case of tone -- the implication that is somehow made him less black or less ground-breaking. But this comment came from Mr. Surly, who previously attempted to make a joke about "Madame Ian McKellan", so despite it being ridiculously snide and ignorant, it wasn't totally out of step.
2) (During Halle's acceptance speech, right after mentiong Dorothy Dandridge) "Halle Berry's mom is white, right? I mean, not that it has anything to do with the award." Me: "Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?" EGWAW Nominee: " I just...find it interesting that she...chooses to align herself with...her other side."
After I popped my jaw back into place (it slipped when my mouth fell open), I said rather matter-of-factly (and shortly, because I was trying to pay attention to the best moment of the ceremony), "well, I'm guessing she probably didn't have much of a choice in aligning herself as anything particular." When the hell did the notorious "one-drop rule" get flipped backwards? She's somehow NOT a woman of color?
But, to be slightly more forgiving, this comment was completely out-of-step of most things this person says, which means they're eligible for the Reform Project and can possibly be rehabilitated.
For the most part, it was a good time. Next year I'll probably stay at home and watch it by myself though. I'm more dependable when it comes to cracking myself up and not offending myself. Well, I do enjoy watching it with a small handful of close friends who know their isht. But watching it alone reminds me of those middle-school and high-school days when I watched the Oscars to learn about what movies are supposed to be good movies and learning names to those familiar faces. My parents were pretty disinterested in such celebrity and film criticism, as were my school peers. It was a strange pleasure I enjoyed by myself (combined with reading US magazine and Premiere and Movieline) that actually made me feel connected and an active participant in the larger pop culture landscape.