Oscar Review 2010


You may remember my Oscar review from last year. Well, I watched last night’s ceremony and wondered whether I should write another for this year. I went to bed thinking I was not going to bother.  You know, “If you don’t have anything nice to say…”  and all that. But then I thought perhaps the Oscar producers needed my help. Lord knows they need someone’s! So I am prefacing this with a plea to the Academy and the producers to see past my snark and take some constructive criticism. (They WILL be reading this, right?)

First, let me apologize ahead of time that this is long. But hey, when have the Oscars and brevity ever gone together? So, on to this year’s “Award awards”!

Most Disappointing:

Must start with the hosts here—Alec Baldwin and Steven Martin. Man, did I have high hopes for them! Everyone did. Maybe that was the problem; they were so hyped. But the whole was certainly not greater than, or even equal to, the sum of their parts. Both Baldwin and Martin are extremely talented and extremely funny. So why didn’t they make extremely awesome Oscar hosts? My opinion:  they put too much emphasis on the opening shtick, which was okay. But they failed at the main job of hosting—keeping the show moving and entertaining while lending some amount of continuity throughout the evening. Tina Fey, in a pre-Oscar interview, discussed talking with Alec before the show said he wasn’t too nervous because it really only boils down to about a 20-minute job for the host (referring to the opening). Well, I’m sure I just butchered that attempt at paraphrasing, and maybe even some of the sentiment, but still, take a lead from the still-to-be-topped Oscar host, Billy Crystal. It’s a FOUR. HOUR. GIG. You need endurance for this one, man.

Most Repeated Rudeness:

Cutting off acceptance speeches when there were multiple winners. If you’re not going to give everyone who deserves it a chance to talk, at least forewarn nominees that only ONE person will have a chance to have their moment in the sun.  Yep, all those sound editors will just have to play Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide which one will get to thank his wife. But by all means, let Jeff Bridges blather on.

Biggest Time Zapper:

Ten Nominees? Really?

The Academy lauded the change claiming it would give more films a chance to get recognized. Okay, maybe. But it was also pretty self-serving. After years of giving Oscar nods (and rightfully so) to a slew of indie movies not a large audience had seen, and ignoring movies like The Dark Knight that everyone had, the Academy realized this was resulting in a growing decline in the ceremony’s ratings. So, they figured, ten nominees would allow not only indie films but more commercially-successful movies to be recognized and thus garner the Oscars a larger audience.

Great. In theory.

In reality, it just made an already too-long show even longer. By the time Best Picture came around, Tom Hanks didn’t even name the nominees. He barreled through the final honor—and the biggest only surprise of the evening—with an attitude that we were all feeling, (Hell, he may as well have said it out loud), namely, “Enough of this crap. Let’s get this show over with already!”

Best Idea Gone Horribly Wrong:

Acknowledging each Best Lead Actor and Actress nominee personally. I thought this was so classy and well-done last year. Yes, it made sense when each presenter for this was a FORMER WINNER of the category! This year, they just filled the spots with random people who knew the nominee, which made for lots of (often inappropriate) gushing and, well, who cares? Guess they had to find somewhere to fit in Oprah.

Best Dressed:

It’s an Oscar review, so I feel obligated to pick a best dressed. For this, I am hard-pressed. Along with the disappointing ceremony, the fashion was ho-hum too. Some nice dresses, yes, but no one really WOWED me. No one had the whole package. And when I went searching for pictures to link to, I see many of my my favorites made many “Worst Dressed” lists, so whatever. Honestly. I liked the dresses of Sarah Jessica Parker, Jennifer Lopez, and Meryl Streep—but what was with their hair? Even Cameron Diaz combed hers for a change.

Worst dressed:

I was not a fan of Miley Cyrus’s gown. Seemed like she had to stay hunched to keep her boobs in place. And speaking of boobs, how about CharlizeTheron? Hello? Did she have some kind of twisted sponsorship deal with Cinnabon?

Most Clumsy Direction:

Okay, so you got James Taylor to perform during the “In Memoriam” tribute. It was lovely with Sarah McLachlan last year, but someone forgot to tell the director it’s not really about the performer. The camera stayed far too long on James Taylor, and I could almost hear someone in the control booth yelling, “Pan up! Pan up to the dead folks already!” We almost missed Patrick Swayze. And where was Farrah Fawcett on that list? (Most Glaring Omission?)

Also awkward was the moment of recognizing Lauren Bacall and Rogert Corman. No one (director, audience, honorees) seemed to know what they were supposed to do.

Most Deserved Award:

I was glad Sandra Bullock won, but thought Meryl Streep’s performance was better. I was glad The Hurt Locker won for Best Picture, but maybe, just maybe, Avatar was robbed. But one that just made me happy was one I don’t usually give much thought to: Best Score. This one went to the score for Up! I adored that movie, and when they played the score, I was immediately brought right back to the movie. I think that’s what a score is supposed to do.

I’m not quite sure how I felt about the interpretive dance that went along with the scores, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t like it.

Other Random Thoughts:

I wasn’t a fan of the choices of presenters as a whole. Not a lot of “movie stars” really. Again, choices seemed made from a priority of appealing to the widest demographic. At least Miley Cyrus and Amanda Seyfried, despite their obvious nervousness, seemed to understand the honor of presenting at the Oscars—something that Kristen Stewart forgot, although she did remember to bring her “Why don’t you people just leave me alone” attitude that she seems to carry wherever she goes.

Even though it seemed out of place, I did like the John Hughes tribute. But that’s just selfish really because those actors and those films have a special place in my personal cultural history. I was even (mostly) able to overlook Judd Nelson trying to channel John Lennon with those ridiculous glasses and Molly Ringwald’s deer-in-the-headlights impression.

I know that I should have listed all my awards before my random thoughts, but I wanted to end on a positive note. So, my final award:

Best Moments of the Evening:

First one goes to Kathryn Bigelow winning Best Director for her awesome film, The Hurt Locker. She is the first woman to win this award, and that alone makes it very cool. The fact that she is James Cameron’s ex-wife is gravy. And I will end this post with the second best moment because it’s most fitting—Sandra Bullock giving props to the moms that “take care of the babies and the children no matter where they come from.” See, this post does have a rightful place on my mommy blog after all!

Categories : journeys in life


  1. Irene Landon says:

    Kelly – this was hysterical! I was laughing out loud. YOU deserve an Oscar!


  2. LeeWee says:

    Love this! Those Oscar people don’t know what they’re missing!


  3. Colleen Smarth says:

    Saw the link from Facebook and I was drawn in! I thoroughly enjoyed your comments since I was in bed at 8:30 that evening and missed all the awards—saw the recaps the next morning.

    I’ve heard Sandra Bullock with the quote on the Ellen DeGeneres Show a while back. I did see “The Hurt Locker” and was happy to see if was recognized.


  4. Donna says:

    So when are ya moving back to Jersey? This is your long ago neighbor DJD! Your blog is good. I am an older mom and I feel your pain. I have an active eight year old! check out my blog when you can!



  5. Helenie says:

    Okay, my three cents: Sandra Bullock acknowledging the mom was great, but what really got my HEART was when she said “allowed to have…. THAT!” and pointed to her love. I’m a gushy lover-of-bad-boys at the core! Which begs the question, time and again, why is Mr. Magoo the love of my life?

    One more comment on the dresses and again, Sandra Bullock: she looked so classy and Oscar-worthy.


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