It’s Academy Award time again, and I, like millions of others, will be hunkered up for 4+ hours watching with baited breath. I really can’t tell you why I do it. I don’t go to the movies much, and on the rare occasion I decide that I actually I want to see something in the theatre, it’s already long gone. So, I have to wait until the DVD is available to rent at the library, and by that time, I’ve forgotten which movies I wanted to see anyway.
Of course, I wouldn’t miss the enjoyment of red-carpet-gown-bashing, and I sometimes find the entertainment between presentations amusing. But when it comes to the ceremonious winner reveals and acceptance speeches, I find them about as exciting as watching the beer truck unload in front of the 7-11.
Hosted, this year, by Doogie Hauser (I know Neil Patrick Harris is an accomplished song & dance man, Emmy and Tony winner, but he’ll always be Doogie to me), I anticipate nothing to laugh about in the hilarity department. Let’s face facts, they’ve tried tons of different hosts, but all pale to Billy Crystal riding in on a horse with saddles blazing.
Also, is it just me, or do this year’s nominees seem a bit obscure? I recently saw an ad on TV that proclaimed “most people probably haven’t heard of, much less seen, the award nominees.” That’s encouraging. No doubt we’ll hear someone blurt out those unforgettable words from Butch Cassady and the Sundance Kid, “Who Are Those Guys?”
Well known or little known, I know where I’ll be come Sunday night. I’m not going to embarrass myself by giving any predictions or opinions on who should win an award. However, I am hoping that “American Sniper” takes home a golden statue — if for no other reason than to bust Michael Moore’s chops. Then again, there's Clint and Bradley...ummm...guess they're reason enough!