I love movies.
I always make it my mission to see all of the Best Picture nominees before the show. I don’t always get there, but it’s a good goal to have. This year my final number: 5 out of eight, with Whiplash (6) on its way via amazon. That means I will have yet to see only Selma and American Sniper as of this time next week (after my girlfriend and I watch J.K. Simmons teach his music methods through violence).
Full disclosure: I was rooting hard for Boyhood in the best picture race. It was the best film of the past year. Twelve years in the making, it will stand as director Richard Linklater’s true masterpiece. But Hollywood always loves stories about itself. So I wasn’t surprised when Sean Penn announced Birdman as the best picture.
I was so happy to see the best actor statue didn’t go to Michael Keaton, who would have been the sentimental, life-time achievement winner. Eddie Redmayne’s Stephen Hawcking was spot-on and so perfectly done you almost forgot you were watching a man who could get up out of Hawking’s wheelchair and walk to his car at the end of the day.
Three categories were obvious before the night opened. Both best supporting categories and the best actress oscar. No one–and I mean no one–has seen Still Alice, for which Julianne Moore took home her first oscar in five nominations. Everyone should see Boyhood; the boy’s mother is your best supporting actress winner, Patricia Arquette. J.K. Simmons is such a likable nice-guy character actor, who takes home oscar for playing an ass of a teacher. (I’ve had a few of those. They didn’t beat me up or anything, but haven’t we all had jerks for teachers? *Grin.*).
There’s not much to say as to the animated films. Other than: Where the heck was The Lego Movie? How do you not at least nominate them, academy? If you had you know everything would have been awesome.
Barney Stinson–errr, NPH–hosted the festivities. He did well–no one is ever perfect in that job. Ask David Letterman. But I thought he was very good. I am a huge NPH fan, and so any excuse to watch him, and I’m there.
The best moments of the night, in no particular order:
When that Polish guy didn’t leave the stage. He just kept talking, and everyone was like, Ah, what the hell? He’s cool.
Lady Gaga sings Sound Of Music, ending in an embrace with Julie Andrews.
John Legend and Common perform Glory. And Oprah apparently thinks she herself fought in the civil rights movement or something. You. Are. Not. Rosa. Parks. But the song was amazing. Amazing!
And, of course, NPH’s opening niumber just NAILED it! What a great way to celebrate movies!
My grandmother taught me to love movies. She would have loved last night. And we would have called each other tonight to talk about it. She’s not here anymore. So this blog will have to do.
What did you think of the oscars?