My own Oscar recap.
Favorite quote of the evening:
“‘If there weren’t blacks, Jews and gays, there would be no Oscars,” she said, then paused a beat, “or anyone named Oscar, if you think about it.'”
Loved, loved, loved this:
“A nice audience moment: Meryl Streep’s look of steely pique (in full Anna Wintour of Vogue mode) when presenters Emily Blunt and Anne Hathaway say they forgot her cappuccino. “
This is when I turned off the TV in disgust and went to bed:
“Oscar loves a comeback and Oscar loves a newcomer, and in 25-year-old Jennifer Hudson, you got both. Bounced off “American Idol” by the dastardly Simon Cowell and crew, Hudson was one of 800 actresses who auditioned for the role of Miss Effie White in “Dreamgirls.” “
Why did I stop watching at that point? Here. Maybe this tidbit from the WTOP daily headlines email will help explain: “Scorsese Finally Wins Academy Award – It took 26 years, six directing nominations and two screenplay nominations, but Martin Scorsese finally has his Oscar.”
Was Jennifer Hudson better than Adriana Barraza (Babel), Cate Blanchett (Notes on a Scandal), Abigail Breslin (Little Miss Sunshine) – okay, that’s a questionable nomination too, or Rinko Kikuchi? I’ll NEVER KNOW because I got pretty tired of Dreamgirls back in the early 80s when every damn drag queen performed songs from it, including the wig-tosser, “And I Am Telling You.”
See, I do this every year. At least one winner pisses me off, and I start doing this rant, “So are they saying that so-and-so was better than, blah blah blah?! I don’t THINK SO!”
Proof that stupid questions do exist:
“Asked about kissing her signif- — correction, wife– after winning Best Original Song for “I Need to Wake Up” from “An Inconvenient Truth,” Melissa Etheridge said backstage that ‘I was kissing her because that’s what you do when you win an Oscar.'”
And now on to the “Fug Girls.” I was looking forward to following along with their “live blogging” of the Oscars. I had the laptop placed in a nice spot where I could follow their comments and watch the show without moving very much at all. At 8:00, I settled in to watch the red carpet stuff – something I’ve never done before, but was ready and waiting, anticipating some great commentary from the girls at Go Fug Yourself.
Unfortunately, the live blogging didn’t actually start until this first comment: “8:32 p.m. In the middle of a pretty charming opening piece in which the Oscar nominees talk about the experience of being nominated, we realize we’re already over Jennifer Hudson and she hasn’t even won yet.” 8:32? And nothing about the red carpet? Then, updates showed up every half hour or so. Maybe. WTF?
When the 9:25 comment showed up at 10:15 or so, I gave up. And here’s the other thing that disappointed me… I was hoping they’d actually comment on what people were wearing, and that hardly happened. They were just bitchy and cranky without their usual style. Too bad. I didn’t care much for their “blogging” of NY Fashion Week, either. I love the site, but it seems to me they should just stick to their usual stuff.
Excerpts (in green) taken from the Washington Post article:
‘Departed’ Arrives; Whitaker, Mirren Are King and Queen’
By William Booth and Hank Stuever
Washington Post Staff Writers
Monday, February 26, 2007; Page C01