Congratulations…most of you survived ten days of Oscar madness…the rest of you, feel free to take this moment to scroll back over the last ten days.
Catch up…marvel…mock…whatever floats your boat.
Either way, we have arrived at the end of our Oscar journey. Tonight we hear the final verdicts.
You may wonder why we would devote 11 days of blogs to a three-hour (hopefully) ceremony.
Yes, we love to ogle the celebrities and judge them, but I like to think that this is an opportunity for us to look back at the stories that were told in the past year. Even if it is just a small sample.
For all the crap the film community receives for “patting themselves on the back” every year, the awards season is so much more than that. It’s a celebration of our culture. Yes, film is culture…occasionally.
Culture is who we are. It defines us more than most aspects of life. It shows who we’ve been, who we are, and who we want to be.
Kings, ballerinas, toys, lesbians, canyon trekkers, dreamers, squirrel-hunters, social-networking moguls, U.S. Marshalls, and boxers alike…they all have stories. Stories that we haven’t lived, not even (necessarily) stories we would want to live, but experiences which we can appreciate through the eyes of another, and the lens of a camera.
They make us laugh, they make us cry, they make us cringe, they make us think, and most importantly they make us happy…even if they gross us out a little.
I think that’s worth acknowledging.
Have a happy Oscar Sunday…now on with the show.