A few thoughts from last night’s Oscars:
First, I thought Chris Rock’s opening monologue was quite good. He lampooned the boycotters and the self-righteous while still making some great jabs at Hollywood’s genteel racism.
Hollywood is sorority racist. It’s like, “We like you Rhonda, but you’re not a Kappa.” That’s how Hollywood is.
It isn’t unusual for Rock to take on race issues head on from both sides. He’s always had a bit of a conservative and contrarian streak in him. He recently talked about how he won’t play college campuses because of political correctness run amuck. His routine last night reminded me of this spot on How Not To Get Your Ass Kicked by the Police (language):
The worst moment of the night was Joe Biden coming out to thunderous applause to lecture the rest of the country about how to prevent sexual violence. I don’t object to the message. I do, however, object to it coming from a Vice President known for unwanted touching of every woman in reach, a party that happily overlooked sexual predation by a President and the message being cheered by the same Academy that gave Roman Polanski a standing ovation.
Clean up your own house, guys. Then you can talk to the rest of us about what we should do.
Joe was out there because Lady Gaga was about to perform her song from The Hunting Ground, a supposed documentary about sexual violence on college campi. But The Hunting Ground represents everything wrong with the debate, from getting basic facts wrong to threatening their critics. I’m glad it didn’t get any awards.
As for the ceremony itself, it was way too long and self-indulgent. I only had it on as useful background noise while I wrestled kids into bed and processed gamma-ray burst data. The only Best Picture nominees I had seen were The Martian and Mad Max: Fury Road, both of which were very good.