Last night I dreamt that I wrote a quick Oscar recap. It began, "The evening was full of young stars just starting out and old stars we were relieved to know were still alive." of course, in my dream, the show had featured Todd Bridges and Art Garfunkel, as opposes to the higher-profile (but still strangely chosen) celebrities the real show featured.
Last night, why did Kathy Bates, Keanu Reeves, and Ryan Reynolds each come out to talk about one of the Best Picture nominees? Why did James Taylor sing a Beatles song? I'm not complaining, the choices just seem a little odd. Maybe names were drawn from a hat?
I am, of course, ignoring the biggest shock of the evening. I'm not talking about the thrills of awarding the first screenwriting Oscar ever won by an African American (Geoffrey Forrester for Precious) and the first directing award won by a woman (Kathryn Bigelow of The Hurt Locker ;) and the odd speeches that followed. No, I don't mean the lady from "Music by Prudence" weirdly interrupting the first guy's speech with an insult before taking over. Or the fact that hosts Baldwin and Martin (really a funny duo, why didn't they do two hosts sooner?) getting away with calling Sarah Jessica Parker a "whore" and a "horse" simultaneously (it was a TelePrompTer gag surrounding the term "clothes horse". For me, the shock of the evening was that I suddenly LOVE Sandra Bullock. She gave a speech that included jokes, kudos, and a few tears all at once. It was kind of the highlight of the evening.
