The Academy Awards telecast is Sunday, and this film blogger isn’t counting the hours ’til the first Oscar is handed out.
That makes me sad.
Any sense of suspense for this year’s event is all but gone. The run-up to the annual awards telecast allows for a slow but steady determination of the major category winners.
This time around, the locks include Natalie Portman (Best Actress), Colin Firth (Best Actor), Christian Bale (Best Supporting Actor) and Melissa Leo (Best Supporting Actress).
If you’ve got an Oscar pool, have at it . The only suspense comes with the Best Picture category.
Will front runner “The Social Network” give way to “The King’s Speech?”
WWTW all but prays for a few upsets come Sunday, if only to spark the evening and prove the conventional wisdom wrong.
I am mildly curious to see how two new co-hosts, James Franco and Anne Hathaway, anchor the telecast. It’s likely they’ll throw a tame joke or two our way and glide by on their collective prettiness. Perhaps they’ll prove casting a comic as the host is a long-running mistake.
They’ll likely have a very short leash and stick to pre-planned shtick and banter. After all, everything else about the Oscars circa 2011 feels pre-ordained.
(Photo: Actors James Franco and Anne Hathaway will co-host the 83rd annual Academy Awards program at 8 p.m. EST Feb. 27)
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Concur.
My money for Best Picture is “The Green Hornet”.
Yeah, I’m gonna watch it just to know who’s going to win Best Picture. And see Anne Hathaway.
Over the years, the Oscar ceremony has become less and less interesting. Maybe it’s just me, but the movies they reward now just don’t seem as worthy as past winners.
I have more fun watching Joan Rivers rip on the fashions the day after the show.
Paula, I’m with you. The most interesting part is the red carpet – I like looking at the dresses (yeah, I’m one of those chicks).
They just haven’t been rewarding films that I’ve seen, or they’re celebrating films that are obviously propaganda (e.g. The Messenger).
As for the hosts? Yawn. They’re pretty, but about as interesting as toast.
I have low expectations for Franco and Hathaway. I think they will spend the evening kissing the collective asses of the Hollywood heavy weights. Hollywood wants to make-up for Gervais making them all look like fools that they are. It’s shame these folks can’t laugh at themselves. Mark my words, Franco and Hathaway will be bowing and throwing around salutations like confetti. Boo!
I think it’s going to be a yawn of a night, but I’ll still watch. I’m a sucker for the pretty dresses.