My Take on the Oscars
I have several unfiltered take-aways from the Oscars and I want to voice them because I haven’t yet had my thoughts contaminated by my friends in conservative media.
First, Steven Soderberg directed “a movie of the Oscars,” and while not anywhere near perfect, I rather liked the approach better than looking at all of those hypocritical, virtue-signally millionaires who normally fill the screen when someone isn’t on stage putting a guilt trip on the Americans who presumably bought tickets to the films being honored for being good films.
Gone were the embarrassing close-ups of Keith Urban and white-as-a-ghost wife Nicole Kidman sitting there in a sea of chandeliers, sipping wine and co-cooing the rest of us deplorable’s who wished we were lucky enough to be them.
No more of the big announcer voice announcing the presenters who gallantly float on stage in their rented tuxedo’s and trashy custom garb to deliver a canned wisecrack we all are supposed to laugh at as we watch the monkeys on TV doing the same; gone were all the white people, who strangely, weren’t there to witness historic, ceiling-breaking awards being handed out to African-Americans and other people of color and gender.
I am surprised no one commented on how convenient it happened to be that the Academy would have the first truly Black Academy Awards be held at a train station. Why not at the Kodak Theatre, or how about the Pantages?
Why a bus station? And why so few people? Isn’t corona like down 95% in California?
To me the greatest joy of watching 20 minutes of the Oscars before I switched it a Dodger game that probably had more viewers ( a real nail-biter, by the way), besides of course being reminded that every cop in the country is a racist and only black people have bad things happen to them, was the assimilation of the Oscars by African-Americans. It only took three-hundred years, but what I saw last night, just like what I witnessed a few months ago at the BET Leadership Award (which was far more entertaining, by the way), was that black people have exceeded in success in ways their ancestors would have never dreamed, and they have appropriated Hollywood’s biggest night because they deserved to.
People of color, and I mean this, have earned the right to assert their presence of what has mostly been an Anglo-Saxon, male-dominated industry for over a hundred years. They now have the mantel and it gave me great pleasure to watch Regina King and others enjoy the night as they should have been allowed to do all along. It’s just a shame all of those white producers, writers and trophy-husbands couldn’t be there to witness it.
One of the recipients who received an Oscar proudly proclaimed she was grateful to all of the previous black performers going back 75 years who made it possible for her to win. My only question was if there were that many ceiling breakers, why are you acting like your are the first? 51 years ago I was watching Sidney Poitier win Oscars and its normal to me. Just sayin.
The most glorious moment came for me, not when I switched the channel because I simply got tired of my CRT lesson for the day, was when I realized that black people have not only assimilated to the Oscars, but they behave just the same as the white folk, which reminds me if the old Orwellian adage which states that animals with four legs are good, and those with two legs are bad. If that adage plays out then last nights performance shows that black people are just as mesmerized with themselves as white people, which ultimately means we are all really the same on the inside, except for those who pretend to be otherwise.