Donald Clarke

Whingeing about cinema and real life since 2009

The f***ing Oscars

I’m sure few of you bothered to stay up to watch the Oscars last night. That was a wise choice. Move along. Move along. There’s nothing to see here. I’ll be mouthing off in the paper tomorrow about the awards’ …

Mon, Feb 28, 2011, 15:08

   

I’m sure few of you bothered to stay up to watch the Oscars last night. That was a wise choice. Move along. Move along. There’s nothing to see here. I’ll be mouthing off in the paper tomorrow about the awards’ increasing predictability and about their unstoppable cheesiness. It says something that the highlight of the event was Melissa Leo’s careless bellowing of a certain expletive that, though common on trawlers and in rugby changing rooms, still causes attacks of the vapours in American media-watchers.

What are you f***ing looking at!

The King’s Speech’s win saw The Oscars returning to their middle-brow roots. The banter was cheesy. The set was puzzlingly ugly. At least, at a mere three hours, the show is now a bit shorter than it used to be.

One question should be asked here: why is Sky’s coverage so abysmal? For the second year running, the panel included at least two guests — Edith Bowman and the befuddled Brix Smith-Start, former wife of Mark E Smith — who appeared to have little interest in film. Who would have thought that Robbie ┬áCollin of The News of The World would end up being the voice of wisdom and reason?This is one of the jewels in Sky’s crown. Yet they seem to treat it with the same respect they would bring to a gymkhana on Sky Sports 3. The set was thrown together. The guests were uninformed. Would it kill them to get the odd half-decent boffin on board?Oh, what’s the point.