For the first time, because of the dynamics of this year’s competition, a consolation prize will be given to Brian B. for going all the way, until he was foiled by “The Green Book”; congratulations on your prescient choices.
For the most part, the evening was bland, benign and lacked the cohesiveness of a host; blessedly shorter than previous productions; more than the performers, it was their costuming that starred; pink was the prevalent hue: Angela Bassett, Sarah Paulson, Gemma Chan, Kacey Musgraves, Helen Mirren, Kiki Layne, all “pretty in pink.”
Acceptance speeches were predictably gracious: Regina King, Rami Malek, Olivia Coleman and in particular Alfonso Cuaron; most distinctive, the Short Subject Documentary winners “Period. End of Sentence” and the validity of “menstruating equality.”
The show, at an all time low in viewership, lacked any “singular sensation” dance number; absent was outrageous spectacle, jazz, pizazz; therefore the Academy Award winning song “Shallow”, performed by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper, tipped the scales in titillation, seduction and palpable passion; they are actors, intentionally enhancing salacious rumors?
For a brief moment the Oscar nominees gifted audiences a hiatus from headlined sexual predators, egregious fraudulent culprits, Brexit and the Wall. Was it a night to remember? Hardly, but a luscious memento of the restorative faculties of a fine film.
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