The past two years, I’ve waited until Monday to offer uninformed commentary on the Oscars. This year I’ll offer my shots from the hip on Sunday, the night of the gathering, having zero intention of watching even a minute of it.
It’s very difficult for me to identify with the hoopla, the unabashed self-congratulation, and the attention paid these largely egomaniacal, needy people who carry on as if what they do is indispensable to the world. I’m tired of the cliché catch phrases and the red carpet which is apparently not red this year. Such scandal!
I know it’s as American as apple pie, but I guess I’ve had my fill. It all means very little, in the bigger picture.