Scorsese Got Screwed
I watched the Oscars on and off tonight. Here are a few conclusions:
- They should simply eliminate the Best Song category. All of the songs are
always awful. We’ve rarely heard them before because they rarely become hits
(Celine notwithstanding)–they’re just the central fodder on a fodder-filled soundtrack. - Was that Selma Hayak/Penelope Cruz combination a cruel joke or a game of
who puts more Latin in Latina? - Beyonce’s agent must have some kind of pull. Was it buy two, get one free
night? Why the heck didn’t Emmy Rossum sing that song from Phantom? - I’m not down with this present-awards-from-everywhere business. Is this
reality TV’s influence? I assume it was a strategy to reduce the length of
the evening, as presenters were closer to the nominees. - The Oscars implemented a caste system. Those artists who are unrecognizable
can wait on-stage to receive their awards, looking for all the world like the cast of an off-Broadway Beckett play. Actual celebrities can still enjoy
the run down the aisle. - In 100 years, film students will speak of Martin Scorsese a lot more often
than they speak of Clint Eastwood. The latter is a decent director, but the
former is a visionary. This guy has made Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, Kundun
and Goodfellas and has never received an Academy Award? - I went a disappointing 8 for 11 on my
predictions. I really thought The Aviator would take Best Director
and Best Picture.