Last night I was not among the four Billion plus viewers who watched Tinsel-town’s sharp-elbow, popularity contest known as the Academy Awards.
I was encouraged by the Oscar’s shunning of the film "Zero Dark Thirty." I truly believed it would have received more than its measly one (shared) Oscar for sound editing--an award that was part of the technical achievement ceremonies on Saturday.
Fortunately rumors that Obama and Leon Paneta had threatened a drone strike on Academy headquarters if their propaganda infomercial did not garner at least one major award failed to materialize. It was reported that the courier from the tabulating agency and his security guard bearing the awards envelopes were roughed up by a couple of CIA agents in the parking lot before the ceremony began. Except for these two sour notes, I heard everything else came off without incident.
As if by a kind of compensation, consolation prize, Jessica Chastain, who played Maya--dark mistress of pain and death in "Zero Dark Thirty," was fawned over by the Red Carpet media. She was of course gorgeous, but then I’ve always had a weakness of those heart-of-ice, OCD, BDSM types.
Here’s to better days--and better film making!