Oscar Snore…

I must have a defective ‘Gay gene.’ — The Oscars put me to sleep.  They go on and on and on for hours on end about Hollywood’s own greatness, and to be fair, Hollywood has given our culture some pretty spectacular art through film.  I merely can’t stay awake long enough to watch it.  Tonight I’m having supper with friends — all of us are or are reaching a ‘certain age’ where anything much past midnight is reserved for insomnia.

We’re going to TRY and watch the Oscars.  I’ll be wearing Ballenciaga with rented jewels from Harry Winston, asleep in my chair.

One of the many reasons no one can spend the night sleeping next to me in my bed has less to do with the lumpy mattress and my not wanting other people taking-up the space — it has more to do with how I sleep all night with the television on.  I keep the sound just low enough to vaguely hear…  When I do sleep, sometimes the news or whatever I’ve left ‘on’ incorporates itself into my dreams while the Xanax kicks-in and I dose-off deeply enough to dream.  This gives me the false sense of having predicted the news when I wake-up in the morning completely nonplussed by the daily disturbing developments that took place during my semi-conscious attempt at slumber.  That said, I hope my hosts don’t have to carry me across the street and tuck me into bed, because the Oscars, the Tonys the Screen Actors Guild Awards, the Emmys, the Grammys, the Golden Globes, — you name it are like an opiate of sleep to me.

I’m genuinely happy for the winners the next day — but as I am not now, nor will I ever BE nominated for an Oscar, so I have nothing invested in the outcome.  That said, I kind of hope ‘The Artist’ wins for best picture.  It was one of the only 2 films I saw this past year.  And I loved it.  I loved everything about it especially the dog, who reminds me of Winnie.  Mostly I loved it because the film was such a courageous and bold risk in making a black and white silent film in the age of computer-generated explosions and digital space aliens.  What resonated with me about ‘The Artist’ is it’s subtle subtext and relevance to our own lives today — while paying reverent respect to the past, early 20th century.  Silent films and everyone who participated in those early years were pioneers in the genre.  For me, the contemporary relevance comes-in when the main protagonist of The Artist, at the top of his game, is suddenly and cruelly rendered obsolete by the introduction of talking pictures.  He isn’t going to make the transition, as so many of us haven’t in recent years.

Computerization and robotic-mechanization — along with jobs shipped overseas have left a lot of highly skilled people, especially over 50, no longer deemed valuable to employers, leaving them — us — we — specifically ME — not knowing where to turn next.  This is the ultimate and profoundly uplifting message of the film:  Finding one’s way in a world changing so quickly it’s nothing short of warp-speed, leaving it impossible for many of us to compete and maintain our way of life.  But it can be done, and that’s the gift of ‘The Artist.’  Truth to tell, that is the gift of art itself.

2 thoughts on “Oscar Snore…

  1. Beihl, I hope you do find a compass to make your life more enjoyable for you. I know the dire straits make things just not fun.
    However, thanks for this WinnieToon because without it, I’d not know the Oscar ceremony had happened. Once the credits roll, my interest in the actors, the producers, directors etc, etc that are listed in those credits, ends. I have less interest in the private lives and awards function of celebrities than I do in the lasted fashion trends for poodles. (I can’t be bothered with fashion for me, let alone for a dog I’ll never own)
    One day I hope someone will give me a concise, telling, rationale argument of WHY I should care about these self-indulgent overpaid yahoo’s private lives. I would think it’s enough to appreciate the end product of the work they do, and call it a day when it’s over.

  2. Americans secretly miss not having a royal family. I do think it’s nice for artists to be recognized when they achieve excellence – but I REALLY don’t need to watch award ceremonies. That said, I really did love ‘The Artist.’ It’s good.

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