It's been many a year since I've seen many of the movies in the running for an Oscar and yet of course I tend to watch the Oscars for the spectacle of it all. Sunday night I was tired and curled up in bed to watch....I figured I'd drop off to sleep but ended up watching most of it. I knew going in that I wouldn't be the biggest fan of Seth McFarlane's humor and so I shrugged my shoulders at the opening bit...the I Saw Your Boobs thing.... As it went on I eventually turned on my side to read and mostly listened to it. Every so often I'd turn and watch when something caught my attention...like the bit about having someone such as Salma Hayak on because, even though you can't understand her, she's good to look at. And the bit with the bear character talking about how you need to pretend to be Jewish in Hollywood etc....
It was like the water dripping....one drip not so bad...then another and another...drip, drip, drip and your're losing your mind. The show became more and more distateful to me as those drips continued. Then of course I made the mistake of thinking about it all and how it added up and it depressed the hell out of me. The New Yorker summed it up well---showing yet again why this is my favorite magazine to read at the Cancer Center.
It's not a matter of so-called politically incorrect humor....it's not a matter of expecting juvenile humor and getting it...it's a matter of what these small individual moments say about our culture. And I call it juvenile but I have 11 and 13 year old boys who are more respectful and thoughtful. They can be juvenile with the best of them and have all the normal desires and giggles that go along with that but apparently they think more like adults---smart and funny adults but also thoughtful and respectful----than some of those at the Oscars did the other night.
Eh, I don't know.....
Drip, drip, drip.
