Best Supporting Blog

Starting a blog was just the beginning. I am going mainstream. I actually watched the Academy Awards the other night (not to mention that I also tuned in to the Super Bowl this year). I found it a strange way to pass the time, but an interesting spectacle nonetheless.

I hadn't seen many of the nominated films, mostly because they didn't seem exciting enough to draw me and my wallet to the theater. I did go to see Munich, which I found interesting but unbearably violent, and Narnia, which I enjoyed immensely as a wonderful adaptation of the book. (It won for Best Make-up.) I recently saw Walk the Line and March of the Penguins on DVD. Walk the Line would have been better with less melodrama and more of Johnny Cash's real singing voice. March of the Penguins could have been much improved by some actual scientific narration (Morgan Freeman may have a nice story-telling voice, but let's get Marty Stouffer from "Our Wild America" out there to fill in all the actual details of wildlife in Antarctica. I've seen better "National Geographic" or "Nature" specials.)

Hearing that John Stewart would host this years awards attracted my attention. I knew he couldn't fail to be funny, but he could fail to get a laugh from an audience taking itself too seriously (millionaire movie stars). I thought he did pretty well, balancing political humor with gentle mocking of the whole Hollywood spectacle. He poked fun at himself enough to soothe the egos in the theater. Some of the funniest bits included fake lobbyist commercials for the various nominees as well as a montage of homosexual innuendo in old Westerns. I also enjoyed seeing Tom Hanks get clobbered with a violin and stung with a poisoned dart during a mock acceptance speech. Serves him right. Did you see his mullet (hair, not fish)? And he's the lead in the Da Vinci Code, a role that specifically calls for a handsome, intellectual adventurer along the lines of David Brancaccio of PBS's "Now". That book was totally ridiculous, but still, Tom Hanks?

I had expected the Oscars to attract more stars. The only actors in the audience seemed to be nominees or presenters. Where were the cool action stars like Jason Statham, the Rock and Mos Def? Where were the attractive leading men Colin Firth, Rupert Everett and Joseph Fiennes? I mean, there weren't even any Luke Perrys or Jason Priestleys around. They had to keep showing the same few people like boring Naomi Watts or lame Ben Stiller. Or Jack Nicholson. Poor Kiera Knightley--probably scarred for life by having to sit right next to that star of the creepy list for three straight hours.

George Clooney, Rachel Weisz and Reese Witherspoon gave poised, original acceptance speeches. They seemed like true, glamourous movie stars. Other winners with their lists of names to thank were less entertaining. I thought it amusing that everyone seemed to want to thank their moms this year. One time I watched an award show in which everyone thanked God, but He must not have had a hand in this year's movies.

I would like to thank all of those people who made this blog possible. A special thanks to all five of my known blog supporters: Marsha, Jen, Dee, Stig, and of course, Mom.