Scary Night at the Oscars
The only thing we know for certain about this year's presidential race is that the Democratic nominee will adopt the campaign slogan "It's No Country For Old Men."
Some years ago the Oscars got into a phase in which everyone on stage seemed to be 65 years old, except for people who were 75. Not so much this year, though they did give an honorary Oscar to a cat who's 98, single-handedly making Harrison Ford look young again (was it my imagination or was Indy heavily medicated?).
There were a lot of scary-looking people this year, like Javier Bardem, and Tilda Swinton, and various super-thin starlets in strapless dresses that highlighted their protruding clavicles and napkin-ring-thick necks. Did John Travolta have painted-on hair???
Jon Stewart did very well - definitely an improvement over his last stint, and he seemed to be having fun. (Does Shales not like him in general?) Loved the joke about the Earth menaced by an asteroid. The riff about staying the course with the war movies didn't work.
Key in-house innovation: DVR. Just whipped right through the show and skipped the awards for, like, Best Short Animated Documentary Sound Editing.
Naturally I didn't see hardly any of the movies, but at least I felt in good company. Most viewers probably spent the evening saying "Who?" and "What movie was that?" We don't need a Titanic-like blockbuster every year, but this year's crop of films seemed to range from the obscure to the completely unknown.
I didn't see "No Country" but I did read the book, and can't imagine how the movie could be anything but grim, dark, horrifying. I can't wait for the next Cormac McCarthy flick: "The Road: The Musical."
[Changing planes in Minneapolis...At least I think that's where I am...On to Montana...]
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