I have a pact with my wife that I watch the Academy Awards with her every year. Which I did this past Sunday.
It had a few good moments: Hugh Jackman was entertaining but he seemed less of a master of ceremonies than just another act. However, overall the show dragged to the point that we eventually switched over and watched an episode of Miss Marple, flicking back occasionally to the Oscars to catch the winners of the major prizes.
We did catch Bill Maher presenting for the best documentary and his whining that his own documentary wasn’t nominated. It wasn’t too classy. Par for the course.
And Sean Penn was certainly honest when he noted that he was hard to “appreciate”. But he is one hell of an actor and deserving of an Oscar for his role in Milk.
Although Mickey Rourke was heavily touted to win the Best Actor award for his role in The Wrestler we suspected that Penn had a pretty good shot at the Oscar what with Hollywood’s sympathy for gay rights and the anger at the passing of Proposition 8 in California. Whether that was a factor or not, Penn rode home with the golden statuette.
But overall it was a pretty boring affair – although my wife told me today that Oprah said it was the best Oscar show ever. Oprah must have been watching a different version than we watched.
Miss Marple was OK though.