sarah.of.a.lesser.god: I’m relieved that Marisa Tomei did not win, if only because the stripper-with-a-heart-of-gold is one cinematic cliché that needs to die. Also relieved that Angelina Jolie’s one-note role of obsessive grieving mother was not a winner. But I was pulling for Viola Davis and Meryl Streep in their respective categories, so I’m a bit disappointed.
I was thrilled by the shout-outs to marriage equality by Dustin Lance Black and Sean Penn (although Seanie-poo, um, you know that your pal Raul Castro isn’t quite a tolerant guy when it comes to LGBT issues, right?). And yes, I cried when Heath won. It’s been a rough week, so that’s my excuse.
Honorary Harpy Kate Winslet said backstage that she won’t be doing more nude scenes anymore, and was asked who would carry the topless torch. (Because that’s what’s important in an actress’ career, damnit!) She said Susan Sarandon.
PhDork: I’m bummed about Viola Davis, too, but very pleased with the Milk wins and their affiliated political comments. I long for the day when the female winner for Best Screenplay or Director or whatever gets up and says something explicitly feminist–actually uses the F-word! That that seems too “out-there,” even in 2009, tells me we’ve got a long way to go…
Loved Hugh Jackman, but that “The musical is BACK!” medley was baffling and unnecessary. Were there any musicals this year? Oh, right, Mamma Mia! It was the 5th-top grossing film of the year (but one measure of the musical’s “back”-ness), and now the top-grossing movie musical ever (see other stats here). A few noms through award season–none from the Academy–but no trophies. Was it the goofy premise, or the fact that is was about middle-aged women who were neither “hookers, victims, or doormats”?
But I digress. Mostly good speeches this year, lovely stage design, and, with a few notable exceptions, *cough*Sophia Loren*cough* decent clothes (c’mon, that’s what we watch for, right?). I especially enjoyed all the Prosecco I drank, and the massively amusing antics of a giggly Pilgrim Soul.
Becky Sharper: I was so moved by Dustin Lance Black–it was like he was channeling both Harvey Milk and Mr. Rogers with his “God loves you and you are beautiful and special.” The whole state of Utah may have spontaneously combusted, but it was the best moment of the evening.
Also, I am somewhat sorry he’s gay because he’s delicious and I would love to lick him all over in the same way sarah.of.a.lesser.god threatens to lick the TV screen every time William Hurt appears.
Can we talk about Sophia Loren, y’all? Because I’m all for being fabulous after 50 or 80 or whatever, but there was just SO MUCH WRONG there.
sarah.of.a.lesser.god: In defense of my nonexistent dignity, I will remind Ms. Sharper that William Hurt was, in fact, featured for a nanosecond on screen. I did not lick said screen. I was busy licking guacamole.
I will repeat what I said last night about the divine Sophia. Remember in Beetlejuice how it always looked like Michael Keaton’s head would fall off? That’s kind of what I feared would happen if we removed Sophia Loren’s choker.
My totally unimportant vote for most stylish of the evening? Frieda Pinto. And Meryl and Kate get a pass for their somewhat uninspired gowns because they are fucking Meryl and Kate. That is all.
PilgrimSoul: I have no idea what you’re referring to, Ms. Dork. I did indulge a little bit, I admit, in some spirits, mostly because the Oscars always make me depressed. When I was a kid I thought I’d be up there, I really did. And now, instead, I am locked in an office tower for the foreseeable future.
But I digress. This year was especially tough because it was not my favourite year in movies (Slumdog was fine to me, but Best Picture? Eh), and I rarely if ever have much to say about people’s outfits. (I usually look like a vagabond myself, and would undoubtedly show up to such an occasion with hair askew and smeared makeup.)
I was sad for both Michael Shannon and Viola Davis, both of whom gave the performances of the year but as usual were overlooked in favour of people who Hollywood wanted to pay tribute to. Sigh.