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Oscars Schmoscars
My 50+ year history of Oscar memories
Back when I was young, oh so many hundreds of years ago, the Oscars telecast was the one TV show that I never, ever missed. Ever. Screw the World Series. Fuck the Super Bowl. The Oscars was #1 in my little head.
In those early years the Oscars would go on for four, five, or six hours. My parents would let me watch it all even if it went on past my bedtime. How cool was that?
Then, as I got older and started going to the movie theaters way, way more often than most people go to church, the Oscars became even more important to me. For so many years I had seen all the movies that were nominated and I had my list of favorites. I simply had to see how many of my favorites won. The telecast was a smorgasbord of disappointment and jubilation.
I don’t admit this often but I’ve been a cinema freak for most of my life. I love the art of movies. It really turns me on.
It’s the art that I love. I prefer movies that reach inside my noggin and tweak my brain and make me think. I prefer movies that reach inside my heart and force me to feel. I don’t really care for testosterone movies full of guns and violence and killing and explosions or comic book movies with super heroes dressed in skin-tight pajama costumes fighting evil. And I don’t care for science fiction…
