Don’t know why, but I decided to watch the Grand-daddy of all award shows from beginning to end. Not an easy task because watching an award show with husband G.E. is like surviving a cross-country road trip with a 5-year-old: “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” Sheesh. Couldn’t wait for him to fall asleep! Which he did just before the best picture presentation.
I thought about tweeting my observations and even got started with some very snappy repartee when my KindleFire expired – forgot to “fire” up the battery. Duh!
I knew my many readers would be greatly disappointed in missing out on these clever quips, and so here is what I would have written:
- Tom Hanks is the reason I DON’T want G.E. to grow a beard. Gray HAIR can make men look distinguished (Christopher Plummer), even sexy (George Clooney), but gray BEARDS only make you look like Nick Nolte – who has added facial hair and
That COULDN'T be SAINT Nick???
subtracted head hair, but actually looked better at the Oscars than he did in the drunk tank a few years ago.
NN's Mugshot
- Jennifer Lopez’s peek-a-boo dress made me nervous!
- Billy Crystal – don’t EVER leave us again. We’ve missed your spot-on hosting. And, Eddie Murphy, thank you for stepping down.
- Octavia’s Best Supporting Actress acceptance speech was as refreshing as Christopher Plummer’s was polished. Both were wonderful. And I have to say it again, her dress was PERFECT. Octavia was also with the “second” sexiest guy in the room – Christian Bale – for a couple of minutes.
- Meryl Streep – I would have so wanted you to win IF Viola Davis hadn’t been nominated in the same category. But since I haven’t seen Iron
HorseLady, I’ll reserve further comment. (I think Iron Horse is about an equestrienne who ruled Great Britain – oh, no – that was Her Majesty, Mrs. Brown. ) - Speaking of nominations I haven’t seen – well, it’s actually easier to list those nominated for best pic that I have seen: Moneyball, The Help, and Midnight in Paris. I enjoyed all of them, but they were so different from one another that I couldn’t determine which one was best because one was a great sports film; another was an incredible drama, and the last totally scored as the most intelligent comedy I’ve seen in a long time. I completely believe in the adage that it’s an honor to be nominated.
- BTW, I am excited to watch the rest of those picks who shared the honor of “just being nominated.” Netflix, I’ll be ordering those in a minute.
- Big night’s big question – for me, at leas: What was with Melissa McCarthy’s (and that other actress I don’t know) guzzling the mini-bottles during their presentations? And were those little liquor bottle souvenirs from a trip to Utah? Oh, one more thing: M’s hair looked good, but the dress-not-so-hot. She should have gone shopping with Octavia.
Writing My Life 
February 27, 2012 at 9:44 AM
You and I should get together to watch. My hubby indulged me, too, but he “said” he could take it or leave it! I enjoyed your observations almost as much as I enjoyed the show, and pretty much thought the same thoughts you did. Except hubby’s beard, streaked with gray as it is, is just as handsome as George Clooney’s. If he looked anything like Nick Nolte, well! Unimaginable!
February 27, 2012 at 9:53 AM
I agree we need to “attend” the event together – and I sort of want to dress up for the occasion as well – nothing too fancy or uncomfortable though. 😉
I agree your hubby looks very handsome in his graying beard. But there would be NO streaks in G.E.’s – just pure gray, I’m afraid.
I added a picture and a link to this post – as well as editing it this morning as late-night writing is usually rife with errors. I hope you read the revised version!!!