
Catching up on the Oscars, which I did not watch live, is great at the official ABC website. No commercials! I can click and watch whatever I want, when I want. I don’t have to sit through the entire production, which is often replete with huge chunks of utter boringness.
I’ve read media accounts that co-host James Franco was a disaster, so I admittedly signed on in hopes of watching a train wreck, but I haven’t seen anything close to that yet. Of course, I am only watching selected highlights and unflattering moments may have been left off of the site.
One of my favorite segments from year to year is In Memoriam, where there’s a photo and video montage tribute usually accompanied by some music. This year the music was provided live by Celine Dion, who was terrific. (She knows how to perform in front of a large crowd.)
Among the names of people I did not realize had passed on to the great Academy in the sky were:
- Pete Postlethwaite, a character actor who I’ve never seen give a bad performance
- Lionel Jeffries, who played Grandpa in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
- Kevin McCarthy
Those who I happened to hear about before, but would like to note again:
- John Barry, the elite composer
- Patricia Neal, who had a steamy affair with Gary Cooper and lived to regret it
- Dino De Laurentiis, who I’ll write more about later
- Irvin Kershner, director of many films including The Empire Strikes Back
and
the incomparable Tony Curtis and Dennis Hopper
Missing from the list was John Forsythe, who, while mostly known for his television work, had a few films under his belt.
Thankfully Kirk Douglas, who made an appearance, and Ernie Borgnine are still with us.
Before returning to a date in February, the Academy Awards were almost always around my birthday. As a high schooler, just a scrawny kid really, I dreamt about wearing a tuxedo, walking the red carpet (or even using the back door), and sitting among the stars (or standing backstage where I’d probably be more comfortable, physcially and otherwise).
We, the drama students, had our own version, and I loved going. I even picked up a few awards from time to time. Those were good times.
Perhaps one of these days I’ll be invited to Elton John’s famous annual shindig. And just maybe I’ll pick up a statuette or two. (I’ve always been a dreamer.)
ajh

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