It’s the television event I look forward to every year — the Super Bowl of movie fans. And it’s the one night of the year that I feel most akin to the rich and famous whose names are as familiar to me as close friends. No, it’s not the Survivor season finale (though that’s up there too) — the event I speak of is the Academy Awards.
This annual night of glamour found me seated on my couch at five o’clock sharp, anxious to see “my friends” arrive and ready to praise or criticize their outfits. I was a fan of the vintage and classic black dresses, but I was sorry to see that my fellow South African, Charlize Theron, was a little bow happy in her Christian Dior dress. I must admit that one of the few jokes I appreciated from host Jon Stewart was a comment that due to movie piracy, actresses apparently don’t have enough money to buy dresses that sufficiently cover them.
After the red carpet I sat back and watched as the awards are presented and awarded to the deserving or the not so deserving. During their acceptance speeches I laughed or cried accordingly.
There was much applause in my apartment when Reese Witherspoon won the best actress award for Walk the Line and I’ll admit my disappointment that her co-star did not get so recognized. I’ll take this opportunity now to present Joaquin Phoenix with an honorary best actor award.
Now that the Oscars are over, I’ll probably have a few more conversations discussing these celebrities as if I know them, before settling back down to my life of unknown obscurity.
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