Oscar, It's Not You...It's Me

I have been a long time fan of the Oscars broadcast. As a child, even if I had not seen any of the nominated films, I loved so much to watch. The excitement, the fashion, the speeches...I loved it all. I wanted so much to be an actress; to stand on that stage and receive an award of my own.

Later, as an adult I even hosted Oscar parties...everyone had to fill out their own ballots, food was prepared, the stage was set...and I loved it. Of course, I was usually the most enthusiastic person in the room.

Last night I was excited to watch the program. I waited all day, and at 8:00 I switched on the pre-show. But I turned it on and decided to watch the pre-show ON MUTE. In past years I began to despise the inane questions posed by the interviewer of the year...some media personality on the fringes of the entertainment world, who would drag nominees to some platform and ask them the same questions they ask every single year. "Do you think you will win tonight?", "Are you nervous?", "I love your gown...who designed it?"...and of course the actors always smile and laugh and answer these stupid questions...and now I just can't take it. You can tell by their eyes that they endure this attack of idiocy because it's what Oscar expects, but you know what, Oscar? I can no longer endure it.

So after the pre-show I unmute the TV and settle in to watch the opening monologue. I'm excited because Hugh Jackman is the host, and I'm hopefull that the ridiculous musical montages of years past will be done away with this year. And then my hopes were dashed. For the second time I muted the TV. I couldn't stand it. I always find these performances cringe-worthy, and although I watched the screen, I was disappointed that they foreced Hugh into it.

Ok, musical number over, now we are going to get into the meat of the show...but you know, with every passing moment I lost more and more interest in the telecast. Why watch all of this filler...all of the annoying musical performances, all of the film clip montages, all of the horrible presenter jokes, tributes...etc.??? With a sinking feeling I realized I had lost that lovin' feeling for Oscar, and I decided it was time to end our relationship. It was good for a while Oscar, but now I need to move on. We just don't have anything in common anymore.

And with that I flipped off the television and went to find my book.