Sunday, March 2, 2014

The Envelope, Please



We’re at it again! We only just got through with the Olympics. Here come the Oscars.

Last night, I did a Facebook post about how I’d seen both “12 Years a Slave” and “Gravity,” and allowed as how after all was said and done, I liked “Gravity” better. I will leave it to you to decide if I’m a cold fish or not. Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood for “Slave” when I saw it, but there you go.

Tonight we go to an Oscar party, and part of the annual routine is, we turn in our ballots ahead of time with our Oscar picks in every category, including the obscure ones. The individual who gets the most right wins a prize and a small money pot.

One thing you learn really early in this game is that if you go with what you like, you lose. This is more like picking stocks. If you want to win, you don’t fall in love with anything. Some in this party group watch all the preliminary awards shows and read all the critics’ picks before making their choices. There are those who just can’t play games. They’re always in it to win it.

When you think about it, taking two or more disparate works of art and having to decide which one “wins” is a little silly. I liked one movie better than the other, maybe because I was in the mood for one and not for the other. Are Academy politics – which is now what the Oscars are about – any loftier as criteria?

The Oscars have spawned all kinds of wannabe awards ceremonies. I myself attended banquets as a broadcaster and won quite a few trophies for my work in that field. The first year I won, everyone had to give speeches, and the small-market awards were at the end, so my speech was after midnight, and most people had gone home, There were so few left in the audience that I offered to take them all out for breakfast.

But name me an industry, club, school, or even pastime that doesn’t have an awards show. I once had to cover a luncheon of a professional organization in the town where I was working, and I’m sure that everyone attending got an award. In fact, at one point the emcee/presenter had to leave the podium and sit down so someone else could give HIM an award.

It’s a privilege to be alive. We don’t necessarily need a trophy or a badge to validate it.

But not watch the Oscars? Are you kidding?




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