Monday, March 08, 2010

Confessions of a Sleep Deprived Mind

To begin, I have to confess that I love awards shows. Yes, I know they are terrible and boring and generic and never as good as they were in the past. I know all these things to be true, but I still like to watch them. As I grow older, I find myself having to admit to more than a passing interest in fashion (which is something I would never have expected of myself, as I tend to dress like a bag lady who was given a shopping spree at Old Navy), so the costume aspect of it plays into my interest. I like the speeches, too. I used to love the musical segment of the Oscars--I still have fond memories of seeing Elliott Smith perform--and was quite disappointed to see that go by the wayside, even though we apparently still had time for James Taylor to wheeze his way through a Beatles song in spectacular MOR fashion.

Actually, the whole show was disappointing. Whither Chris Rock?


Sparky said...
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Sparky said...

Sorry, there was a grammatical mistake in my last comment...

What I was trying to say was that the show was boring, and the fashion was pretty tame (I was hoping for a little more of the Lady Gaga shock-fashion influence), but Neil Patrick Harris was BOSS-TASTIC.

That is all. :)

fineskylark said...

NPH always is, though. He's just so...debonaire. I can't wait for him to be on Glee.