A Prime Example of Evolution: So You Think You Can Dance, Season 15, Los Angeles Auditions #2.

E:   This week’s episode starts with a recap of last week’s auditions, in which we review  Miss Astranga’s shablam, but also a heafy dose of dancers we haven’t seen yet.  Hey, there’s Evan the tapper from last year!  Oooh, I hope he does well.  I mean, I guess Gabi knew what she was doing in picking Lex, but last year you may remember I was rooting for Evan.   There’s also a girl with way more hair than clothes, who we see now and before several commercials. Also, we get Cat making me laugh by calling Vanessa Hudgens a megastar of stage and screen.  Ah, hyperbole.  It’s so much fun.

No, for real.  This episode is fun, even if some people are working perhaps a little too hard to remind us all how important it is.
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This is Me: So You Think You Can Dance Season 15, L.A. Auditions #1

E: Hi there!  It’s been a long time, hasn’t it – both for me as a blogger and for this show.  I’m absolutely thrilled the show is back, and I’m so looking forward to getting back in the swing of all things blog.  And while yes, I do miss the days when the show was on for several nights a week and for longer than an hour, I will absolutely take what I can get.

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Boredom and Joy: Oscar Wrap Up, 2018

E: So that wasn’t so bad after all.  I’m pleasantly surprised at last night’s outcome.  Jimmy Kimmel managed perfectly well, the broadcast managed to be political and classy at the same time, and the musical performances hit me right in the feels.  A little outrage, a little disappointment, and a bit of triumph to close it all out.

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I Am Bored Today: Oscar Predictions, 2018

So there’s this DHL commercial from the late 80s or early 90s (sadly unavailable online) which sticks in my mind as one of the all time greats.  My family collapsed in hilarity every damn time it came on, and as you can see, quotes it to this day. It was part of a series in which DHL showed irresponsible international curriers to use at your peril; there was one with a Russian rock band that used packages as drums, and this one, in which a deliciously heavily accented French driver had an existential crisis. “I am bored today.  I am FIIILLed with bored-em.  Zese bourgeois businessmen waiting for zeir packages, zey can wait.”

And that’s how I feel about this year’s Oscar race.  I am filled the brim with boredom.

Sure, there will be great fashion, and someone out there will probably give a great speech.  Maybe not one of the actors or director or screenwriters or producers (we’ve heard them often enough now to know), but someone.  Probably.  Oscar matters to industry folks in a way nothing else does, and sometimes that turns self-possessed people into piles of goo.  Sometimes the non-celebrity winners have the best things to say; perhaps this year it’ll be Kareem Abeed, director of nominated documentary The Last Man in Aleppo, who was initially denied a visa to attend the ceremony.  Or perhaps it’ll be a complete unknown simply paying tribute to his mom.  Jimmy Kimmel should be topical and funny as he was last year; I feel like Princess Leia pleading for salvation. “Jimmy Kimmel, you’re my only hope!”  Without a real effort from him, I might just be here for the protest art.

Don’t get me wrong.  There are some flipping fantastic movies out there this year, movies I’m so glad I’ve seen.  Movies that you should go out and see if you haven’t, movies we’ll talk about here.  It’s just that the ones that speak to me are not actually winning most of the awards.  Also?  Every single awards show has rewarded the same performances and film. The critics didn’t produce such a homogenous response, but the industry groups?  Every bloody time the same.  I’m not sure there’s any race up in the air.

And oh, my lord, that’s so dull.  Rolling my eyes like a tween listening to a parental lecture dull, deathly dull, mind-numbingly dull, French existential crisis-level dull.  No, I’m not just saying that because I don’t like this year’s presumptive winner; it’s dull even when you like the winner. I’m not longing for last year’s electoral insanity (a remarkably juicy story chronicled here) but I can’t help wishing there’ll be something at the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences big show that deviates from the script.

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Oscar Morning Quick Take: What the Actual Heck

E: I know I told you to expect some crazy from the directors wing, but to leave out Martin McDonagh?  Whoa.  What’s that going to do to the Best Picture race?  My head is spinning.

I miss-called 2 out of the 20 acting nominations. I wondered if James Franco would be undone by the accusations against him, and here we have the answer.  I’m not at all surprised that Tom Hanks’ nominationless streak continues, though I did think he’d gbe the one to benefit if James was out. Was it just that Jason Robards made such a perfect Ben Bradlee that voters couldn’t see anyone else in the role? You have to ask if there’s something deeper going on, though, as he hits 17 years without a nod. Did people think he was overrated in the 90s, or did he leave such indelible performances then that everything else he does seems old hat? It’s a mystery – and it’s more mysterious to me that so few people talk about it.

Which is all to say that Denzel Washington is a little bit of a surprise, but not a big one.

But Leslie Manville?  That was a total surprise, even after her BAFTA nom. She’s a costume drama mainstay and I’m pleased to see her recognized; I’m also not surprised that the Academy wasn’t motivated to have an Asian actor included in it’s slate.  (Ditto, apparently, for the Thai cinematographer for Call Me By Your Name, Sayombhu Mukdeeprom, who made a film praised everywhere for its sumptuous visuals.)  The Phantom Thread in general played far better with the Academy than it did anywhere else, and I’m surprised, far more than I am with Darkest Hour.  I’m bummed; I was rooting for I, Tonya and The Big Sick.  I’m fascinated that in this unsettled time in America, the Academy leans to Britain and history for consolation rather more modern explorations of the way we live now.

I’ll be back later today with full on reactions and comparisons (direction was my worst category as always, otherwise I did well).

It’s Oscar (Nod) Time Again: Nomination Predictions, 2018

E:  If Sunday’s SAG awards are to be believed, then there’s not much mystery left in the Oscar race outside of Best Picture.  No, even with Three Billboards Outside of Ebbing, Missouri’s win we’re not any closer to a clear Best Picture champion, but the acting races seem all but locked in.  Nothing but six weeks of winner fatigue or an unforeseen disaster could stop the inexorable march to the podium of those four actors.

And that’s why nomination morning is so much more fun for me, even after last year’s crazy Oscar night.  The real insanity last year wasn’t the overturning of the presumed favorite – the roughly once-a-decade shocker of a Crash overtaking Brokeback Mountain, or Shakespeare in Love besting Saving Private Ryan – but the added drama of the wrong envelope. Which is to say, sure, sometimes the awards don’t go to the people or films we expect, but that’s more of an exception than a rule.  There’s a decent proportion of surprises that always occur during the nominations, however; at least a few people who made every list will get left off this big one.

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