Sunday’s Academy Awards announcements were seeing a past due bill finally settled with director Martin Scorsese after missing out on some of the most important films in the 20th century (“Raging Bull,” “Taxi Driver,” “Goodfellas”) as well as other films that people forget were his (“Age of Innocence,” “The Last Waltz” which should have been Best Doc in its year, “Kundun” about the Dahli Lama).
The cheers for him were almost as strong as for Al Gore, who was humble but funny in his staged bit. I’d rather see him up there than Jack Black (is there any more annoying person in Holywood?).
It was uber-cool for to seen Francis Ford Coppola, George Lucas and Steven Spielberg, all products of the USC Film School and considered icons in Hollywood (although Coppola bottles wine these days and watches his daughter’s films) present that award. You didn’t think they were going to give to anyone else did ya? Yeah, no one knew, but everyone KNEW.
Other than Alan Arkin’s honor, there were no surprises among the major categories. “Pan’s Labyrinth” not getting Best Foreign Film was a shock to many except certain critics, but it got plenty of accolades during the night. Yes, people, Mexico sends more than immigrants to our shores; it brings talented filmmakers as well.
As a man, I could care less about jewelry and gowns with one exception. When did Reese Witherspoon get to be smoking HOT?!?! She dumped her hubby and looked what emerged! I thought my screen would melt. YIKES!