Lately I've been cocooning. It's a thing. Like when caterpillars wrap themselves in a silk chrysalis and emerge as a magnificent butterfly or an addled moth. I wrap myself in a plush acrylic throw of Labrador puppies and emerge as a fatter pasty faced version of myself. The one thing that draws me out of my cocoon is The Oscars. Like a moth to a flame, I am drawn to the red carpet.
The net is still a-buzz about it. What the hell happened to Renee Zellweger? I don't know. Was she drunk? Did she have too much Botox? Now I see what the whole Kenny Chesney thing was about. The poor guy probably realized that he'd gotten himself involved with a nut case and bolted, and now he's been branded as gay for life. I'm beginning to suspect Renee's PR people had something to do with that. Zellweger couldn't smile to save her life. She could purse her lips however. That may come in handy in a future movie role where she has to eat lemons. I'm sure her agent is waiting for the phone to ring as we speak.
Next up, Jennifer Lawrence. Okay, she had me at The Hunger Games. I haven't even seen Silver Linings Playbook (By the way Bradley Cooper brought his mother to The Oscars and does anyone else think that's gay?). When she tripped on her dress on the way up to accept her award I think a collective gasp went out all over the world. We all reached out to her and wished we were there to save her. It only added to the drama.
And the whole Seth Macfarlane thing irks me. The audience seemed to groan on cue. Don't get me wrong. I get the whole demographic thing. The Oscars got a bump in the ratings because of him. And I even thought the "Really...It's been 150 years and it's still too soon?" line in reference to Lincoln was morbidly funny. I couldn't help missing Hugh Jackman though. I know he had to sing in the Les Miserables set. But still, The Oscars needs a well rounded Entertainer with a capitol E. He's a cutie but we saw Macfarlane's face too little too late and that hurt the show somewhat.
I would be remiss if I did not mention the whole Quvenzhane Wallis thing. I found out about this after the fact and was appalled by the whole sordid affair. I refuse to even mention the name of the website involved because I do not want to direct even one hit to them. Some pundits are beginning to say the website handled the situation well, which is in and of itself the media's disgusting and perverted spin of the truth. I find this disturbing on so many levels. She is a child. I had watched Beasts Of The Southern Wild the night before on DVD with my father, and while I had mixed feelings about the movie, I secretly rooted for Quvenzhane for best actress.Update your spell check, and practice your pronunciation people because I think your going to be hearing her name a lot more often.
No, the best part of The Oscars is the Oscar Party: the Chicken Marsalis, the white wine, the lemon cake, the dish, the upset, the betrayal. It's like the Super Bowl only classier and more cut throat. The Oscars are very competitive, everyone wants their favorite actor/actress/director/producer to win. Lives are changed, money changes hands. And now as the snow comes down it's time to wrap myself in my favorite cocoon with one of my favorite movies of all time and wait for spring when I will emerge again a new me.
Preston Sinclair
Very good Blog and so true on many levels.
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