not that this is any new revelation or anything, but the oscars always remind me anew.
ricky gervais said the oscars are:
“a night of the most privileged people in the world being told how brilliant they are and thanking god for loving them more than ugly poor foreigners.”
perfect.
the thing that seems so insane to me, but is accepted by everyone involved and everyone watching at home is the crying and hysteria when someone wins.
they all get up there, close to hyperventilating and near tears, and say a variation of, "oh god, i didn't expect this. thanks to (insert everyone i've ever met from age 5 on - including agents, publicists, craft services, and the plumber who unclogged the toilet in my trailer). thanks so much to my rock (insert significant other), who keeps me grounded and to whom all my craft is dedicated." then they go on and on with the self and industry wanking about how fuck-all important what they do is.
everyone accepts this as normal. but think about your job for a minute. what if you were suddenly named top office drone of the year for the region? you'd attend a nice banquet and when you were given the award, you'd say thanks and GET THE FUCK OFF WITHOUT ACTING LIKE YOU JUST CURED CANCER.
when you win an oscar for acting, all it means is that you played dress-up better than anyone else of your gender in a calender year, as judged by a very small group of people. you didn't find a vaccine for AIDS or solve world hunger.
hopefully next year, they'll get charlie sheen (or clips of him if he'd dead) to host.