February 26, 2007
It was the most boring Academy Awards ceremony in recent memory, with Ellen Degeneres looking tacky in a beat-up looking red velvet pantsuit, making lame jokes and presenting a rather predictable slate of nominees, all expecting the worst and delivering prepared and unremarkable speeches. I have to eat crow for predicting that The Queen would win Best Picture and Best Director, and actually not building in the off-chance that the real best picture, The Departed, might win. I let myself off that particular hook when I realized that the award was not for that picture, but for all the times Martin Scorcese didn't win when everybody felt he should have. I can't learn to think like that; and besides, I may be the only person in America who thought The Departed was the best film olast year, with The Queen a close second. The critics say I'm wrong about that; maybe I am. But I was glad it went that way.
The whole thing put me to sleep early, and I didn't get the word until I woke up this morning.
Then I got the real news: That the big winner in this contest may end up in yet another contest. An Inconvenient Truth, which I've not seen, has put Al Gore back in the running, this time as a viable Presidential candidate in what may be history's most ironic twist. The man who was seen as a clunky, out-of-touch loser (who actually won -- figure that one out), emerges as most appealing in a field of inept Democratic candidates who cancel each other out.
The success of this film presents him as a Hollywood winner, which is just about as big a winner as you can be in this country, and he is a known quantity which most of the country knows got a bad deal the last time out, saddling us with a sorry world for somebody with special skills to begin to straighten out.
This just may be the start of something big. Or maybe not. At least Little Miss Sunshine did win something.