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Tuesday , December 14, 2010
Oscars 2008 Post-Mortem
I'm a film person, so watching the Oscars is practically a job requirement for me. But I'm telling you, even being in the industry and being able to shout "That's my screenwriting professor!" or "I interned for that dude!" at the monitor doesn't make watching the long, long telecast any less grueling. You need nice, sparkly dresses to practically wake you up from the occasional stupor, and sadly, any fashion sparkliness seemed to be lacking last night. I'm not normally a hater by temperament and I'm a big fan of subtlety over mega-glitz anytime. And for the most part, many, many people looked incredibly lovely and tasteful, and there were some genuinely amazing moments in the show itself. But perhaps this was the issue: Oscar fashion has become such a dog-and-pony show and such a speculative-spectator sport open to everyone that perhaps too many people play it safe now. Even red-carpet risk-takers like Tilda Swinton (who wore Lanvin) and Cate Blanchett (who wore Dries Van Noten) seemed relatively subdued. (Although, let's be clear, I thought they looked quite nice, I was just hoping for something more-more.) There were just so many 'appropriately colored' strapless column dresses of red, black, or beige-pink-grey that I can't even remember who wore what! I guess I miss the swan dress factor, the yellow dress factor and just a general sense of personal individuality. Which actually made Diablo Cody (who wore Christian Dior) my favorite look at the Oscars -- not because I'm such a huge fan of leopard print, but because she looked the most like herself but still glamorous. (And go writers! Whoo hoo!)
Still, it can't be easy to have to dress for the Oscars. Think of all the levels of subjectivity you have to dress for: yourself, of course. And there's also your peers. Then the press cameras, the television camera, the actual room. And then for history, knowing you may end up over and over again on some tiresome Oscar montage reel twenty years later, making people scream, "Get on with it already!" while throwing popcorn at the plasma screen.
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