I have many memories of the Oscars over the years. I was
fascinated by Cher’s audacity to show up at the ceremony in a headdress, but
later concluded she was totally disrespectful.
I always love it when Jack Nicholson wins, because I know there will be
a kick-ass speech. Ditto for Meryl Streep.
I cried like a baby when Jane Fonda accepted
her dad’s Oscar. My favorite year was 1998
when Titanic, Good Will Hunting and LA
Confidential ruled the nominations.
I was crushed when Annette Benning lost for the second time to Hillary
Swank. I take it all way too personal, often yelling at the T.V.
Then there were the WTF memories. Rob Lowe singing with Snow White? Why? Madonna
on a date with Michael Jackson? Yuck. Angelia and her brother? Double Yuck.
Marissa Tomei (who I love, btw) beats Judy Davis, Vanessa Redgrave and
Miranda Richardson? Recount! Bjork and that swan dress? Really? James Cameron’s “King of the World” speech? Puhleeezzz!
Okay, so my awards show love may have begun with the Oscars,
but I am far from monogamous. I also
fawn over the Golden Globes (my favorite), the SAGs (bless them for being only
two hours!), the Emmys (love my Primetime), the Grammys (which I prefer to record
so I can fast forward though less favored songs). I love it all - the red carpet, the dresses,
the jewelry, the suspense, the reading of the names, the reactions of both the
winners and losers, and the speeches!
Extra bonus points for the Golden Globes. All the schmoozing and back slapping that
goes on just before and after commercial breaks are fascinating to watch. God bless you NBC for having the cameras on
till the last second.
I have awards show rituals.
I love the pre-game shows and prefer E! to the primetime network shows. I can’t stand Joan and Melissa because I
think they’re rude, clueless of the actor’s resumes and I have no clue who designated
them fashion experts. I always drink
champagne. I always keep score. I always make my husband watch the opening
monologue and the first two awards, after which he either runs from the room,
or I kick him out for making annoying comments about narcissism and nepotism. I always call, or text, or email my
girlfriends about all the goings on. During
the Globes this year, I exchanged 157 emails with one of my peeps.
Okay, one more little ritual – and it’s kind of embarrassing. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be an
actress. Watching the awards shows, I’d
dream of attending one day and of course, winning. I’d daydream about and practice my acceptance
speech in the bathroom mirror. My dreams
of fame and glory have long since dissipated, but I still run my acceptance
speech through my head. Depending on the
champagne consumption, my acceptance speech may even be practiced out loud – aaaahhhh! I know, I know. Times
have changed though; nowadays I’m accepting the Oscar for Best Adapted
Screenplay. In my dream world, I thank Oprah
for discovering and championing my book, producing the movie and asking my girl
Jennifer Aniston to star. I get excited
just typing these words!
Tonight, I anticipate good things for my Boston boy, Ben
Affleck. When he wins Best Picture,
he’ll probably be joined on the podium with his producer, George Clooney, so
I’ll be a happy girl. I just have to
stay up till the bitter end, which gets harder and harder every year. Damn you
Pacific Cost Time!
I’ll sign off with a “…And I’d like to thank the Academy…”
Post Script: Benny Boy did win! And out of twelve top categories, I was I
picked eleven winners. My best year yet.
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