First, I’d like to point out how humourous it is that Oscar Pistorius got bailed two days before the Oscars meaning the #oscar hashtag on twitter transitioned seamlessly from a South African court drama involving murder, corruption, money and justice to red carpet side boobs.
Anyhoo, the Seth McFarlane thing can’t be reacted to better than this:
I was offended last week. As an Academy member, as the child of former Academy members and as a woman, I expected more from the best that the movie business has to offer. The Oscars are about honoring art and artists. It is not supposed to be a cheesy vaudeville show.
The “boob” song, as it will be known in perpetuity, may go down as the highest-rated Oscar number in history, but at what cost? I’m sure public executions would get big ratings too, but is that what the Oscars are truly about? Ratings? When did they turn into a “roast”? At least at a roast you know what’s in store. What if actors and actresses stopped attending the Oscars because it was deemed open session to ridicule and parody them? Would the Academy be so cavalier then?
I don’t really care about the song, or the Jewish-people-run-Hollywood awkwardness, or the excruciatingly unfunny presentations of the animations awards (although I felt bad that those winner’s video scrapbook moment had to be ruined by that, which is something that these show producers always seem to forget), but what really irritates me about the Oscars is how it’s insultingly designed to keep us hicks in the sticks entertained for as many hours as possible to get the most L’Oreal hair care ads viewed as possible. It’s an awards show for an industry, and they don’t even act like it. The only people who probably get a decently done ceremony is the ugly nerds they’ve pushed off the main broadcast into the “Technical Oscars” show a couple of weeks earlier.
So yes, as Jamie Lee Curtis says, it’s supposed to be honoring artists, not a cheesy vaudeville show. And it’s hard enough getting actual famous people to show up if they’re not nominated (no amount of iPad-laden goody bags makes up for spending 2 hours having your every pore picked apart by a gaggle of old women and gay men followed by four hours of not being able to ingest anything but what’s at the bar but knowing you can’t possibly pee in that dress (Note, please, that Brangelina weren’t there, which would’ve sold a few extra shampoos and conditioners)), so making it into an unfunny roast is just going to make that worse.
But! There were good points!
• First: Jennifer Lawrence’s post-win press conference:
• Hurrah for the MUSICAL NUMBERS! Last year, if memory serves (it might have been the past two years, or three, or eight; who knows) they had some awful modern dance troupe do a presentation of a medley of the Oscar nominated songs. This time, I don’t think anyone got to perform but Adele, but at least Adele got to sing the winning song.
• They finally gave up the hideously embarrassing profession-of-love-and-admiration schtick where the previous winners would get up and gush over how talented each best actor/tress nominee was, personally, to that speaker. Getting rid of this made the show infinitely better.
• Katie Holmes wasn’t inexplicably shoe-horned into the thing despite not actually making movies anymore. Thank god for that divorce.
And, the best dress of the evening was: