Let Oscar Be Oscar

I grew up in an era when there were certain TV events you just had to watch every year. There was virtually no discussion about it. If you didn’t watch them, you might even find yourself shunned as a weirdo or a Communist or something. The World Series. The Rose Parade. The Super Bowl, The Miss America Pageant, and the State of the Union address (times HAVE changed, haven’t they?). But at the top of the list, at least as I recall, was the Oscars.

Was that the original awards show? Seems like it. I could be wrong, but I think it was the Oscars that inspired almost every business or professional association to hold an awards event. I attended one for my profession in Beverly Hills where they gave out 45 awards, and all the winners, including me,  had to give speeches on stage after picking up the gold things. Unlike the Oscars, some of the lesser awards, like mine,  were bestowed at the end of the long evening ceremony. Mine was almost the last, and most of the audience had left, so my speech was short. I should have offered to take the few remaining in the hall out to breakfast. I could easily have afforded it.

There have been big changes in the movie business. In the old days, it seemed they showed the top films at any time of the year. Now  almost all are crammed in to the last quarter, to drive the audience into theaters and to be fresh in the minds of Academy members, who do the voting. As with major elections, there are primaries and such. I used to live in Palm Springs, where the International Film Festival took on the role of what I call the Iowa caucuses of the movie biz, as it starts the first few days in January. Close on its heels are the Golden Globes, the DGA and SAG awards, and in the UK, the BAFTAs.

The Oscar ceremony, though, is still the big one. But the Academy better not take this for granted. In the past, it seemed like we could always count on Bob Hope to emcee, but then they started changing hosts more frequently. This time around, the forces of PC got to comedian Kevin Hart, and he bowed out. Perhaps because hosting the Oscars is a no-win situation, the show is now going host-less. And then here was  the proposed “blacking out” of some of the more technical awards by presenting them during commercial breaks. A vigorous protest forced the shelving of that idea.

This is a show I’d like to see keep its “must watch” status. Look, it survived Sacheen Littlefeather, the streaker and his “shortcomings,” Sally Field’s “You like me!” a musical number about female body parts, even an Oscar announced for the wrong recipient. But the Academy doesn’t need to fix what isn’t broken.