Monday, February 28, 2011
COLIN FIRTH, OSCARs
The three stages of Hunkdom...
After fifty years I have finally solved the quandry of the Academy Awards. Just tune in the last half hour. Except for the gowns, there is really nothing else of interest any way, they have never been able to make this show interesting, only longer and bigger and uncut (sounds vaguely obscene)
Colin was a wreck. Imagine sitting there throughout that babbling inanity with the big question of the night being are you going to win as expected or become the evening's big embarassment. He did splendidly. I can't help but like these Englishmen, they know how to behave in public, and especially how to dress.
Helena Bonham Carter should be sedated.
Did not care for Mrs. Colin's dress but she never asked my opinion so...
What is with Geoffrey Rush's hair, anyway? Is he ill? Is it for a part? He is one of those people better off in a role than in person.
For the rest of the evening we watched the end of Any Human Heart and it was magnificent. I cried and cried at the end, just like I cried when I finished the book. I even liked Kim Cattrall in this and that takes a lot for me. The whole series really suffered from being placed after the great Downton Abbey series. AHH is such a serious, depressing piece (men writers, I tell you they kill you every time.)
Did you know that the nickname "Oscar" is for Bette Davis' uncle. First time she saw the statue she said it looked like her uncle. Oh, you knew that. Why didn't you stop me then...
Galliano was represented by several dresses. I am certain the actresses did not know about his anti-semitic rants. Cate Blanchette, Nicole Kidman, Natalie isn't she adorable Portman.
Sharon Stone looked like she had turned into a vampire or had superpower in her eyes. Very disturbing looking woman.
Bill Crystal - I love him but no more botox for that boy.
Colin said he was going to cook for a while. I know several woman who would like to taste...
Anne Hathaway is darling but not a good choice for hostess. I have no idea who the other guy was. He looked like my sister in law's sister's son. The odds are against that though.
I have read that there is an art to walking down the red carpet, especially for a woman in a gown. I like his wife - she seems very normal - gorgeous and skinny, but normal.
Posted by Karen V. Wasylowski at 5:32 PM