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Let's discuss this theme park's favorite holiday: The Oscars. I knew it was going to be an interesting night when a friend arrived at my door with a case of Blue Ribbon and said "I thought I should bring this....since James Cameron is involved." In the style of theme park, the show opened with Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin flicking Avatar creatures across the screen, which was less than impressive to George Clooney, whose countenance spoke loudly. It featured a series of break dances to the nominees for best score, which definitely looked like a part of that bad show you try to avoid at Disneyland while eating your twenty dollar hamburger. Steve Carell, a natural funny man, looked like he had been told someone just died. And a poor old man in some obscure category was cut off before he could even begin his speech with the swell of the Oscar music.
that they chose to associate with the film Precious: a very large Gabourey Sidibe steals a bucket of fried chicken and runs down the street with it, fat flowing out everywhere. And the audience laughed. This one clip managed to miss the genius of this monumental film.
Fine talks about "fiction that played , at times obsessively, on themes of unreality, masquerade, and deception." The Oscars, to me, can often be that place of unreality, where the interviewers have to act like Miley Cyrus has a chance in hell at winning an Oscar one day.
We still live in this "fantasy world", and for some odd reason, I don't hate it. I think that we've found a happy medium in that we can appreciate these unrealities for what they are and still fun of them at the same time. Precious was not acknowledged properly, but Mo' Nique still received an Oscar, even after admitting she would ditch the after party to binge eat at El Pollo Loco. Ben Stiller was allowed to go on as an Avatar creature gone wrong. Tyler Perry was allowed to announce onstage that he feels he literally has no place at the Oscars. And Woody Harrelson could be called out openly for being blazed out of his mind. Though in L.A. we still always feel like we're interning on a back lot, we're allowed to make fun of ourselves in the process. Slowly but surely, the industry is starting to become a place where reality meets the early makings of L.A. fiction that Fine describes. The Oscars are that place where we can find a happy medium of making fun of celebrities with friends, learning about striking new fiction, and celebrating genuine talent in the most ostentatious manner imaginable.
-- Thea Green
(photo caption: ferris wheel
photo credit: puttal, flickr creative commons)
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