Hundreds entered, two emerged victorious: one garnished the two extra credit questions. Their names will be posted if permission is granted.
I felt the wrong “B” movie took the top Oscars (4 in total; tying with Wes Anderson’s “The Grand Budapest Hotel”); “Whiplash” receiving 3; J.K. Simmons, deservedly earning the “Best Supporting Actor”. With the exception of Patricia Arquette (Best Supporting Actress) Richard Linklater’s “Boyhood” bombed at Sunday’s awards; I loved this subtly beautiful film, a film that captured and elevated “everyman”, 12 years in the lives of people we know, relate to; their accessibility, stunningly realistic and pure. “Birdman” “bludgeonly” metaphoric, spoke to the tribulations, highs and lows informing an actor’s life, fickleness of fame; at the mercy or whim of a critic’s Herculean power to doom or zoom an actor’s career; grudgingly deserve congratulations.
Acceptance speeches were sensitive to the ills of the time; writers of “Selma’s” song “Glory” winners of the “Original Song”, ranked as the most poignant, pivotal, gratifying speeches of the evening. Neil Patrick Harris, extremely self-assured as the host, either charmed or offended audiences with his parody of “Birdman”; his personal trainer earns monumental accolades.
Breathing easier, another year before the rise in blood pressure, heart-arresting palpations commence again, I must graciously thank all “Peneflix” Subscribers who entered the game, cheering or groaning as the winners grasped the gold; cloaked by your comaradie, shared delight in the electrifying, edifying essence of film; its iconic ability to transform, educate, elucidate, entertain; collectively basking in the “glory of it all”.