For the first time in memory, I watched the Oscars. What happened to Billy Crystal?
I have no understanding of the nuances of celebrity. They all seem to be pallid frail cute cutouts of what's cool now. Nothing seems so incongruous to the thankfulness and confession of actors in their moment of celebration as their swift, almost instantaneous conversion to excoriating hubris. Where else does one thank their mother in one minute and then tell everybody what think and do about the fate of the planet in the next?
I cannot think of a third event that makes for the kind of television event that the Oscars and the Super Bowl are. Both cover subjects that are the background noise of my normal life. And yet occasionally I will go to a theater and see a movie, certainly more eagerly than I sit through a televised football game. Then again, this years Alabama vs Clemson game was a superb affair. This year I watched the Super Bowl with my family. I can say without question that the snacks were better in January.
I've decided that Hollywood is the business of mining. They scour through mountains of dreck and dross to find human gems of enduring beauty and talent. Then they suffer them to the unique drills and polishes that the Hollywood machine exacts. Out come celebrities whose public franchise is thusly guaranteed. All of the little people, the craftsmen and assistants are the cogs in the machine run by big wheel producers minding the fuel that is public fascination. But in the end it's all just mining, not so much creativity as the exploitation of the natural resources that are Charlize Theron's looks, Chris Rock's cheek, Lady Gaga's voice. Let's take Whoopi Goldberg for example. How many times has her gem been remounted? She is still 'Ghost'.