I know it’s fun to be snarky about the Oscars but I was actually hoping to enjoy the show this year. Like everyone else, I was surprised when the Academy chose actors James Franco and Anne Hathaway to host the awards, certainly an unconventional choice aimed, naturally, at the infamous and endlessly pandered “youth demographic.” But Franco and Hathaway are excellent actors and they both seemed like they had the potential to be funny, competent hosts. Wasn’t Hathaway great when she burst into song with Hugh Jackman when he was hosting a few years back? In shows this complex, it’s rare when you can point to a single miscalculation as the one responsible for utter failure but after watching last night’s debacle, it’s clear that our intrepid hosts sank the ship. They weren’t the only anvil (so many aspects of the show were shockingly bad including the wooden writing) but they made the loudest thud.
Anne Hathaway did her best, but James Franco’s detached, disinterested, and wholly vacant performance only made his co-host’s perky determination seem sad and pitiable. They reminded me of the married couple who goes to a party and the more the husband exhibits a monotone depressive anti-social demeanor, the more the wife tries to compensate with giddiness and enthusiasm. The show started out on a very promising note. The “Inception”-based film clips in which Franco and Hathaway were inserted into all of the Best Picture nominees was brilliant—proving that some skilled actors who can take direction and perform well in character don’t necessarily have any charisma as themselves. Who knows what happened behind the scenes—I heard that Franco had some numbers cut including one where he was going to sing one of the songs from “Burlesque.” Maybe it was the producers running scared of a Ricky Gervais-like controversy that cut Franco’s creative arm off, but whatever the reason for his abysmally bad performance, the guy didn’t seem like he had the gravitas to host a girl scout meeting.
And let’s face it, just as a country can’t thrive with ineffective leaders, just as a school can’t succeed with a lousy principal, the narcissism-fest known as the Oscars cannot work without a strong host. This fact was only emphasized when Billy Crystal appeared on the stage and in thirty seconds had more control over the room than poor Anne and James were able to muster in over three hours. Crystal’s introduction of a hologram-like Bob Hope only further made our hosts seem like amateur-night intruders. I must have seen that clip of Hope opening the 1968 show a hundred times: “Welcome to the Academy Awards, or as it’s known in my house, Passover” and yet I still laughed last night. It’s about delivery, kids, DELIVERY! Even when Franco came out inexplicably dressed as Marilyn Monroe, he still fell flat. True, that bit did provide his one single (if cheap) laugh of the entire evening when he said, in full Monroe drag, “I just got three texts from Charlie Sheen” but Franco just seemed off from the beginning of the show until the end. Serves the Academy right for hiring a PhD candidate.
I truly think this was the most awkward, poorly done Oscars telecast in my lifetime (and I’ve been watching them since LBJ was president). I was happy enough with the (totally expected) winners. I was still holding out hope that Bening would eclipse Natalie Portman but at least the beautiful and talented Portman made a nice speech. As a completely irrelevant aside, Portman became only the fifth Jewish woman to get a Best Actress Oscar—after Luise Rainer, Judy Holliday, Barbra Streisand, and Marlee Matlin. Well, sixth if you count Norma Shearer's conversion (and didn't Elizabeth Taylor briefly convert as well?). But she's the first Jewish winner who was born in Israel. Christian Bale gave a nice speech, and I loved his shout-out to the real-life man he portrayed, even giving the guy's website address (but please tell me that Bale's beard is for an acting role!). Colin Firth was also quite classy in his remarks. Among the acting winners, it was only my beloved Melissa Leo who blundered with an incoherent, F-bomb dropping, non-speech. In her defense, she was probably thrown by presenter Kirk Douglas who couldn’t shut up long enough to even read the nominations and she started out well with a graceful and appropriate curtsy to Mr. Douglas and the Old Hollywood he represents when she reached the stage. But then she fell apart and her babbling, while emotional for her, did not strike the slightest chord with anyone else. Oh well, Melissa, at least you have the Oscar. That’s bound to help you get more excellent roles which I’m sure you’ll perform beautifully. Oh, and while I roundly criticize the Academy for its obsession with getting young people to watch the telecast, I still have to snidely say, “Way to bring in the kids with a 94-year-old largely unintelligible rambling icon at the start of the show!” Oy.
Here's one positive: the video projection screens on the stage of the Kodak Theatre were awesome. However, the technology was squandered by salutes to old movies that had absolutely no rhyme or reason. Case in point: when the burning of Atlanta suddenly filled the screens followed by other scenes from “Gone With the Wind” as a nod to classic Hollywood, it was announced that the next presenter won two Academy Awards. Kendall and I were both excited that the Academy had clearly brought Olivia de Havilland, one of the very few actors from the 1939 film who are still with us, over from France to give out an Oscar. But Tom Hanks appeared instead and the presentation had absolutely nothing to do with “Gone With the Wind.” I’m all for old film clips, guys, it’s an essential part of the show, honoring the past while celebrating the present, but it has to make some kind of sense. While attractively presented, none of the clips followed any kind of throughline. Better they should have followed my own blog device from yesterday of focusing on one show from 50 years ago. Sigh.
Let me see if I can spew a few more observations before I try to forget that I ever watched this monstrosity. Where to begin? There were some terribly talented people up there presenting these awards. And yet most of them (hello, Jude Law and Robert Downey, Jr.) were forced to read badly written lines that creaked with unfunniness. I guess I can see why they don’t want to let presenters speak completely off the cuff, but how about just a soupcon of ad-libbing to make it seem like these folks we admire are actually there? Sad that one of my favorite moments of the whole evening was when presenter Cate Blanchett, watching the nominees for Best Make-Up Design, said “That’s gross!” after watching the clip from “The Wolfman.” That one second of spontaneity felt like a breath of fresh air for the Chilean miners. So many of the pairings fell flat. When they announced that rocker Russell Brand was next up as a presenter, I screamed the loudest. “What’s he doing there?” I warbled in outrage. Yet I had to eat my words a few minutes later by admitting he was one of the best presenters of the night. His bit with Helen Mirren was actually funny, at least compared to everyone else, even though I didn’t quite get why Mirren was talking exclusively in French. When she told him in French that he was a stupid idiot, he responded, “I’m very flattered, Dame Helen, but I’m a married man now.”
I couldn’t believe my ears when Celine Dion started singing “Smile” to honor the Academy members who died during the past year. All I could think of was Jermaine Jackson singing it at Michael Jackson’s funeral. Why, Celine? And again, while I recognize that her voice is clearly an amazing gift, I am still profoundly untouched emotionally whenever she opens her mouth. Even Charlie zoomed out of the room screaming “No! No!” when Dion started singing. And, forgive me, while I worship Lena Horne, why single her out among all the dead people and have Halle Berry give that tired, badly written speech about Lena’s accomplishments? Because they were embarrassed that there were no black nominees this year? If they wanted to really honor Horne, as Kendall wisely pointed out, they should have had her brilliant rendition of “Stormy Weather” playing while they showed the montage of departed celebs instead of Celine Dion’s shrieks.
And to quote Melissa Leo, when the fuck did they stop televising the special honorees? I couldn’t believe when they showed little bits of the presentation of the honorary awards, including some moving words from actor Eli Wallach but not their whole speeches. Excuse me, but isn’t this what the Oscars are all about? Why are these people relegated to a different night? And then to have them come out together on stage but not be allowed to talk, it was just ridiculous and insulting.
Believe it or not, Charlie and I returned to the scene of the crime this morning. He was up super early, and we decided to take a look at the aftermath of the worst Oscar broadcast in history. Unlike yesterday, we were able to walk right up to the front door of the Kodak Theatre (where Oprah was about to start her wrap-up with all of the winners—I can’t believe they all agree to wake up so early following their victories!). Charlie was far more interested in the gigantic cranes and trucks dismantling everything on Hollywood Boulevard than he was with the actual show last night. Here are some photos of the Big Clean-up:
Something’s gotta change for next year. Get some new producers, guys, and God knows some better hosts. Better yet, stop allowing the Academy Governors, a bunch of 70-year-old white guys, to try to appeal to a younger audience, they just can’t do it! No one can, really, just let the Oscars be the Oscars. Many movie-loving young people will watch, the rest will tune into the MTV or Peoples Choice Awards. Oh, and Academy, be sure to release a few movies this year starring Kate Winslet, Meryl Streep, Cate Blanchett, and Penelope Cruz, we need them on that stage in 2012.
Found this post via a tweet by Neil K. Thank you for the wonderfully written recap-critique of this year's Oscar.
Posted by: Absence Of Alternatives | February 28, 2011 at 01:57 PM
Wait... you made Charlie watch it? I'm fairly certain that qualifies as child abuse, Danny. ;)
Posted by: Sarah | February 28, 2011 at 01:59 PM
But how do you REALLY feel about it? There were some nice pretty dresses.
Posted by: Julie Levin Freireich | February 28, 2011 at 02:08 PM
Thanks for the thoughtful recap and for reminding me of why I haven't bothered watching the Academy Awards for many years. Sunday night for me this week meant two back-to-back episodes of the FX series Lights Out and sound asleep before 10 p.m. eastern. Looks like I made the correct choice once more!
Posted by: Pam G | February 28, 2011 at 02:27 PM
Why can't they just get the producers of something like American Idol to show them what to do?
Posted by: Neil | February 28, 2011 at 02:41 PM
You took the words right out of my mouth. It was truly awful. The producers need to take a lesson from the Grammy's. At least they know how to put on a semi-decent show!
Posted by: Karen | February 28, 2011 at 03:23 PM
The only reason why I keep watching the dreadful Oscars is because I know I will enjoy reading your recap better afterwards. And I did.
Posted by: Otir | February 28, 2011 at 03:47 PM
Another great article. You said everything I was thinking!
With reference to your comments about the Bob Hope Hologram, I was so hopping they would just let him finish out the show and send the "youngins'" home!
Posted by: Wendy Leve-McClevey | February 28, 2011 at 04:42 PM
I was fast asleep 30 minutes into the show. From everything I've seen and read today, it doesn't appear that I missed very much. The last thing I remember was the F Bomb being dropped and then I was out like a light.
Posted by: Wendi | February 28, 2011 at 04:57 PM
Dear Danny,
Yes, yes, yes, I agree with every word you wrote. I couldn't believe how many people on other web sites disagreed with me.
A few years ago, they gave the Life Time Achievement award to Lauren Bacall, but it was presented at some other venue, and, at the Oscars, she was sitting in the audience. I thought it was a real slap to not have recognized her right there, on stage, at the Oscars. Anyway, they've been doing it that way, ever since.
Eli Wallach, for heaven sakes ! He's a living legend. He deserved a film tribute, there, at the Oscars. It's a real treat for me to see the veteran actors (and others) be recognized for the joy they've brought us for so many years in the industry. But, it's a rotten shame to see them treated like they were second class.
LOL. Thanks for letting me rant a little.
Gordon
Posted by: Gordon | February 28, 2011 at 05:01 PM
Well I feel quite proud that, without having read your blog first, I managed to touch on many points that you raised. Because you sure do know your stuff and you sure do have a smart way at looking at (non)entertainment. Thanks for this Danny. Maybe someday you can make it to my annual Oscar party.
Posted by: Sue Katz | February 28, 2011 at 05:53 PM
I suffered through the show also, and I agree with you, Kendall, and Charlie about everything.
Posted by: Julie R. | February 28, 2011 at 07:12 PM
"Portman became only the fifth Jewish woman to get a Best Actress Oscar"
Only?
Elizabeth Taylor converted to Judaism in 1958 and still refers to herself as Jewish.
Simone Signoret and Gwyneth Paltrow both had Jewish fathers.
Luise Rainer won twice.
In a row.
Posted by: dee | March 01, 2011 at 12:42 AM
"Kendall and I were both excited that the Academy had clearly brought Olivia de Havilland, one of the very few actors from the 1939 film who are still with us, over from France to give out an Oscar. But Tom Hanks appeared instead and the presentation had absolutely nothing to do with 'Gone With the Wind.'"
I was thinking exactly the same thing -- the references to Gone With the Wind and winner of two Oscars -- this HAD to mean that the marvelous Olivia de Havilland was actually going to be walking out onto that stage!!! I like Tom Hanks well enough, but what a huge disappointment!
Posted by: Julie | March 01, 2011 at 03:33 PM
I thought we agreed you wouldn't talk about being at parties with my wife and me.
Posted by: david | March 02, 2011 at 09:37 AM
Love the reference to James Franco's having his creative arm being cut off! I loved the filmed opening skit with Franco and Hathaway inserted into other films, and I even liked the autotuned song medley. It's a difficult gig (even Letterman couldn't do it) and Billy Crystal graciously said afterwards that he was glad he only had to do a minute and a half and not 4 hours. You need someone who has great timing both in front of a huge live audience and a TV audience. Letterman, Jon Stewart, Hugh Jackman, Jerry Seinfeld, Alec Baldwin, Whoopi Goldberg...none were as good as Crystal or Hope. I vote for Bette Midler. Wickedly funny, great timing, irreverent but knowledgeable.
Posted by: Judith Brodhead | March 02, 2011 at 10:07 AM
I'm certainly no fan of Celine Dion, either, but given how bad she can be I think she did a respectable job. And as for her singing 'Smile', well, it was written by Charlie Chaplin, noted Hollywood icon.
Posted by: DebbieW | March 02, 2011 at 11:54 AM
Danny - Just discovered you and I love your posts! I was doing an internet search for Cyd Charisse (my daughter and I are watching a Netflix rental of 1949's "East Side, West Side" with Cyd, Barbara Stanwyck, Van Heflin, James Mason, Gale Sondergaard (BTW - I think she was a Jewish-German refugee).
You write so well and enjoyably (maybe because I AGREE with much of your perspective!) and your post on Van Johnson was really on target! I'm 50+ and only recently discovered him (this past year actually). Sadly he was very underrated as an actor. I was amazed that your comments about his personal life exactly echoed my own thoughts!! I hope he found happiness in SOME steady elationship, whether male or female. RIP Van - my daughter and I love you!
Danny - are you twittering, on Facebook, or other social media? If not, I guess I'll just have to take note and check in regularly now. Your blog posts are so good - ever think of consolidating into a book?
I used to live in Silicon Valley (20 years) but, (ironically) at the time of Cyd Charisse's death, we were preparing to move back east and here we are! We now live in the shadow of our nation's capital (DC). I'm "virtually" p/t for a Silicon Valley publisher, though the authors need to shell out the dollars to be published by him.
Anyhoo, I'll close here. Just want to thank you for some great reads (I'm eying your piece on one of my fave films "The Best Years of Our Lives" - my 3 daughters all love this movie!). I'm also Jewish and appreciate your "Jewish" slant too!
Posted by: Lisa Merle Hawkins | April 21, 2011 at 06:31 PM