Last year, I attended the Academy Awards at the Roxie and I had a great time. I didn’t know that within a few weeks, the Roxie and every other movie theater in the Bay Area would go dark. That would be the last time I would be in a movie theater in more than a year.
This year, thanks to COVID-19, I watched the Oscars at home. This was the stripped-down version. Rather than a huge auditorium. The audience was relatively small; just the candidates, their close families, and the presenters. (Once again, there was no master of ceremonies.) There was no orchestra or any musical numbers; just a DJ. I liked that. Early on, a very photogenic doctor told us that everyone is safe.
No red carpet, but a patio vibe out front
This year’s ceremony was different in other ways. It included films that streamed to your TV before they played in theaters. I’m not entirely sure, but I don’t think there’s been an Oscar ceremony in late April in my lifetime.
For the most part, almost everything I wanted to win, won:
- Best Picture: Nomadland
- Best Director: Chloé Zhao, Nomadland
- Best Actor: Anthony Hopkins, The Father
- Animated Feature: Soul
- Sound: Sound of Metal. (If that film didn’t win that award, the whole show had to be rigged.)
Best Picture: Nomadland
I wished that Frances McDormand (Nomadland) and Viola Davis (Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom) would tie for Best Actress. (It happened in 1969.) I’m glad one of those two won.
I had seen only two Documentary Feature candidates, which means I really can’t say which one was best. I seem to be the only person who didn’t like Collective. But I liked the winner, My Octopus Teacher.
My Octopus Teacher
As usual, there were highlights:
I never knew much about Tyler Perry. I was aware that he’s an independent filmmaker who makes cheap, fast films specifically for the African-American market. But last night, he received the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award. I had no idea he was such a philanthropist.
At one point, members of the audience were asked to identify a song and guess if it was an Oscar winner, an Oscar candidate, or one that was overlooked by the Academy. Glenn Close recognized Da Butt from Spike Lee’s second feature, School Daze. Then, as the song came up again, Close shook her 74-year-old booty while the audience cheered.
When McDormand and the rest of the Nomadland crew came on the stage to get the statue, she told people to see the movie on the biggest screen they can. She also howled like a wolf.
I liked the toned-down Oscars.