It was an official holiday at my house. The Oscars hit the air waves, and I settled in on my couch to soak it all in.
I spent tonight watching the 82nd Oscars, but it felt more like 82 years of my life passed during the long production.
“The Hurt Locker” eventually hauled in the big awards, winning over “Avatar” and “Precious.” History was made with Kathryn Bigelow earning the Best Director statuette, the first woman to do so, for helming “The Hurt Locker.”
The 2010 version of Hollywood’s big night was a bit anticlimactic. The energy in the theater seemed low with little reaction and or interaction to what was happening on stage. Even the customary polite applause for most of the faces that pop up on the screen during the Memorial Montage was lacking.
And, by the way, why wasn’t Farrah Fawcett included in that? Of course, she is better known for her work in television than on the silver screen, but what about “Logan’s Run,” “Cannonball Run” and some other movies that didn’t have Run in their name.
The dance montages still wear me out. I haven’t wanted to watch people do the robot on stage since that tragic encounter I had with Shields and Yarnell back in the day. Don’t ask. I’ve signed legal documents that keep me from talking about it.
The duo of Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin as hosts wasn’t quite so dynamic if you ask me. I think they should bring back Neil Patrick Harris and his Liberace jacket to host next year.
Even the dresses didn’t WOW me nor even induce too many cringes.
I did enjoy the John Hughes tribute with the actors and actresses he made into stars speaking about working with him. The clips brought back so many memories for me – memories of both his movies and my life that paralleled several of his story arcs at that time.
Then when the Oscars finally ended in a flurry of awards handed out in a matter of 10 seconds, I started surfing the web and ran across a headline involving a movie legend not affiliated with the awards show.
It read, ‘Boggy Creek filmmaker Pierce dies in Tenn. at 71‘.
Come to find out director Charles B. Pierce, who brought “The Legend of Boggy Creek” to the silver screen and drive-ins everywhere passed away in a nursing home in Dover, Tennesssee, just 50 miles from my home.
If he’s not included in the Memorial Montage next year, I’m throwing a hissy fit and sicking Sasquatch on the Oscars.