Don't you love when everyone is gushing over a performance and you think, wow ~ I can't wait to see it! It must be awesome!
As you know from my previous posts, I no longer watch award shows. The twenty-first century human's attention span is minuscule. Remember when we used to sit through five minutes of commercials just to see the resolution of the latest Marcus Welby, MD episode? Me neither. (Spoiler Alert: Mrs. Jennings didn't have a brain aneurysm after all. It was just a tension headache.)
Now we have DVR's and YouTube, so if we miss a live event, ehh. All the better, actually.
I read recaps to find out what I may have missed that's worth watching and then I punch up YouTube so I can brag to my co-workers about the breathtaking performance they missed because they don't watch live TV, either.
My engagement in the Oscars extended to "Bohemian Rhapsody", because that's the only nominated flick I saw this year and I knew it wouldn't win because critics. (What exactly is a "Green Book"?) I was glad my man Rami Malek won for best actor (read my review of the film here). But that was my only investment in the academy awards.
The "jokes" weren't exactly stellar. The only part of this performance that made me giggle was the last bit:
And watching Mike Myers and Dana Carvey, what bothered me was why Dana wasn't offered a part in Bohemian Rhapsody, too. I mean, they even cosmetically enhanced Adam Lambert to give him a scene.
I didn't see "A Star Is Born" in its third incarnation, but everywhere I looked online, the exuberance was slopping over its banks over this performance, so I was stoked to see it.
What a dull song! I found myself fast-forwarding to get to the good part and then discovered there wasn't a good part. Maybe you had to see it in the context of the movie.
That's happened to me ~ I've watched a movie and thought, wow, that's a really good song; so I downloaded the single, played it one time and now it sits nestled inside my computer, never to be heard from again.
A publication I actually like said this was the worst part of the Oscars, but I say, au contraire. There's nothing like a song you know that you didn't even realized you knew, but it's so ingrained in your psyche that it makes you happy to hear it again ~ and even better, live. Even septuagenarian Glenn Close was boogying to this performance. I, too, am sad that Freddie is gone, but astounding music lives on.
So, again, I am right and the entertainment writers got it wrong.
And I'm still glad I didn't sit through thirteen politically correct commercials just to catch the technical awards. Plus, no brain aneurysm!