There’s one other good thing about the Oscars, and that’s reading what the pros write about it later. I’m no pro, so I won’t compete. The best summary I’ve found is this one, by the Washington Post’s Hank Stuever. His second graf sets the tone:
“Billy Crystal … seemed to be overseeing a cruise ship dinner show designed to appeal to the over-50 travel club. Early on, it hit the rocks and started to list. Almost everyone drowned.”
Yep, that sounds like the show I watched. There was one exception: The Wizard of Oz focus-group sketch was pure gold. How I love to see the Best in Show crowd back together again, if only for a few precious moments.
The rest: Not so precious. Maybe because I was watching it alone. I don’t want to sound as jaded as everybody else, but what struck me most about the show was the sameness of it. And the overall pointlessness. Tired jokes aside, at least a third of the show’s running time always consists of people endlessly thanking other people we’ve never heard of. The other two thirds is just preening celebrities — which is less compelling than it used to be, back before cable and the Internet.
I don’t know. The show’s 84 years old. Too old for reinvention, probably. And maybe past time for retirement.