well, the 78th annual Academy Awards aired last night. It was all pretty predictable this year. The support for Reese Witherspoon won out for Best Actress over Felicity Huffman's male to female transsexual. Phillip Seymour Hoffman got his award for Capote. Rachel Weisz got hers for her supporting role in The Constant Gardener, and George Clooney was honoured for his supporting work in Syriana (although I really kinda think he was honoured with an award more for his wonderful work on Good Night and Good Luck; other contenders in the categories that movie was nominated for were stronger, so George won for his acting rather than his wirintg and directing). Ang Lee won Best Director for his beautiful movie Brokeback Mountain. No surprises here so far.And then the big one comes. Best Picture. Jack Nicholson gets up to present, reads off the list of nominees, and then opens the little envelope. He looked and sounded as shocked as I was. The name of the movie he read was Crash. Pretty much everyone thought Brokeback Mountain would win, and it really should have, because it was a much better movie. Hell, all the other movies nominated – and I saw them all – were better than Crash. But, people like a story about race relations. Now, don't get me wrong, I really liked Crash. But as Best Picture? Not a chance… not with all the other choices. Ah well – every year there's got to be one surprise. I had hoped this year's surprise would be the Best Original Song, It's Hard Out Here For A Pimp from Hustle and Flow.
And my TV boyfriend? How did he fare? Well, it seems Hollywood didn't quite understand Jon Stewart's homour. Pointing out hypocrisy while being self-deprecating isn't something that Hollywood stars really do on a regular basis – they prefer to isolate themselves from the rest of the world and go about their very serious and important lives. (whatever.) The best laugh of the night came from Meryl Streep and Lily Tomlin's hilarious free-flowing banter during their joint presentation of thise year's Honorary Oscar to director Robert Altman. Another bright moment: my favourite chica, Jennifer Garner, reappeared from maternity-land, looking lovely as always. She tripped a little bit on her gown coming up to the podium, recovered, made a little curtsey, and laughed at herself, saying "Thank you. I do my own stunts." Very cute.
All in all, I liked the show. I love Jon Stewart, and I laughed a lot at his jokes. I like seeing some of my favourite stars win for great performances. And I like seeing the stars all dressed up in their finest gowns. And, bottom line is – I love movies. I love them. I love everything about them. I know it's ahuge waste of money that could be better spent on humanitarian efforts, feeding starving kids in Kenya, bringing economic stability to African nations. I know. But in spite of myself, I can't help loving movies for making us think, making us laugh, and making us feel something more than our everyday stuff. Movies can do that, and that's why I love them.