Best Foreign Language Film. About which I have nothing to say. This is a category that is soooo ripe for being taken off of the telecast portion of the program. But it’ll never happen. I understand that it’s impossible to take any of these categories and move them to a pre-show or an alternative Oscar event. Nobody essentially cares that Best Foreign Language Film appears in the telecast, but they care that “their part of the business” is getting lesser representation. And hissy fits ensue.
Here comes the tribute montage to dead people. I wondered why they always put it so late in the show, until I realized: they’re probably stalling as long as they can just in case Joachin Phoenix squeaks in during one of the commercial breaks.
Wow, what a horrible choice to have all of these tribute clips “floating by” on screens inside the theater. So: they take up a fraction of the overall picture. The names are small to begin with, but it’s made even harder when they’re floating by on an angle. And the docus is on the set, not on the people you’re honoring. Idiotic idea.
See? They wouldn’t dare have stuck Paul Newman on a tiny floating screen, would they?
Back from commercial. Prez of Academy is acknowledged, and he simply stands up in audience and waves. Perfect choice. He deserves a moment, sure, but not to stand on stage and burn through a three-minute speech.
Once again, an actor (Reese Witherspoon) is explaining to us that these are these people called “Directors” who apparently park the cars on the set or something. As I have been trapped underground since seconds after birth, I had no idea; bless you, Academy, for this thoughtful explanation.
Best Director goes to “Slumdog.” I’m not terribly happy with the Slumdog sweep. I’m sure it’s a great movie, but there were plenty of great movies in 2008 and I refuse to believe that it just absolutely trounced all other movies, creatively. If it was better than “Wall*E” and “Milk,” I’ll be pretty damned blown away.
Danny Boyle is collecting his Oscar wearing an Elwood Blues costume. Funny, I thought he’d want to go with a tuxedo instead of his Comic-Con togs.
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