And the Dull, Poor Taste Award Goes to…
The Oscars proved last night once again that they are dull and dreary with or without a host. Ratings were down yet again, people in the film industry proved they can’t talk without reading from a note or teleprompter, the same banal patter was written for presenters, and the clothing was freakishly awful. (What’s the point of a dress and shoes that you can’t walk in, or a tuxedo that looks like a fire hydrant? It’s a good thing dogs aren’t allowed. Then again, they have better things to do.)
And the films? We’re certainly not talking Casablanca.
A little bit of Spike Lee goes a very long way.