We know, we’re sick of it all too, but these are worth it.
Wondering what Stephen King thought of the Oscars? Wonder no more.
"Crash" was the perfect alternative, and â€” ahem â€” I had it picked for Best Picture the whole way. It’s the sort of flick the Hollywood establishment loves best and will always embrace, if given the chance, one where the complexities are all on the surface; its issues should come stamped GOOD FOR 2 SLICES OF PIZZA AFTER THE MOVIE (OR) 1 COCKTAIL PARTY. "Crash" says we have problems. "Crash" says we have troubles. It says this modern life of ours is certainly a pain in the ass, especially this modern urban life. People keep ”crashing” into each other (heavy symbolism at work, better wear a hard hat). But in the end â€” this is the part Academy voters like best â€” we can all get along if we rilly, rilly TRY!!! You almost expect to hear ”Why Can’t We Be Friends?” over the closing credits.
Wondering what Andrew Sarris thought of the Oscars? Not so much, perhaps? Well, le voila:
The biggest in-your-face moment was the selection of "It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp," performed by Three 6 Mafia, as the Best Movie Songâ€”prompting Mr. Stewart at his most sagacious to announce the following Oscar score: Three 6 Mafia, 1; Martin Scorsese, 0. Bravo, Jon. People may tell you that you bombed, but it was the audience that actually did.
At the London Times, Chris Ayres has a very funny piece on the dubious honor of being one of the select members of the press "On The List" at the Vanity Fair post-Oscar party…but the article that really has a heart is Steve Lopez‘ description of his first day venturing out into post-"Crash" LA at the LA Times:
As I pulled into the parking lot, Latino, Asian, white and black patrons were coming and going without apparent incident, but it was early.
I got out of my car, looked both ways, and dived for cover when I saw an Asian driver enter the parking lot.
Still in one piece, I spied a suspicious black man standing in the parking lot next to a car.
Or was it worse? Was he reaching into the glove box for a pistol, planning to knock off Yoshinoya and pistol-whip customers for their teriyaki chicken bowls?
You know it’s hard out there for a pimp.
+ Analyzing Oscar (Entertainment Weekly)
+ Oscar Wiles: A Roundup of Delights, Disappointments (NY Observer)
+ As Elton was saying to me… (London Times)
+ The Best Picture Misses the Big Picture (LA Times)