Monday, February 23, 2009

Hollywood's Big Night--81st Annual Academy Awards




Hugh Jackman did a lovely job on the opening number, and it was refreshing to see the homemade stage props instead of the tech-stravaganzas we're generally treated to. But, alas, he flashed at the beginning, and by the time he did his song and dance with Beyonce, I was over him, and wishing for Jon Stewart.

Liz and I concur: we applaud the new touch of the old winners inducting nominees into the fold. De Niro was hilarious; it's nice to see him being a human who doesn't shoot people. Hard to imagine Sophia Loren, dressed like Scarlett O'Hara Italian-style, could be scarier than black-clad Shirley Maclaine in whatever life she's living at the moment. But Shirley seemed pretty down-to-earth compared to Sophia, who may be a few facelifts over the top.

As far as presenters go: I loved Will Smith's relaxed bearing, and how charmingly he handled himself when he misspoke. He is still the Fresh Prince of anywhere he stands. I give the Robert Raspberry to Ben Stiller, who made a fool of himself in his attempt to make a fool of Joaquin Phoenix, who doesn't need any help in that department, thank you. And even though Joaquin has renounced acting for the time being, he could always act figure eights around Stiller, who has the dramatic depth of sheet metal.








Oscar, either being inflated or deflated. I leave that judgment to you.




Lest I descend into utter nastiness, I'll stop now.

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