Another Reminder

So, a couple of weeks after a Sunday when, as a redblooded American male, I'm supposed to watch other people play a game for 2 1/2 hours on my television, we now have the Oscars. Since

(1) The qualifications for the Academy (and voting status) are simply a number of credits in the industry

(2) Most people believe that most of Hollywood's prduct is brain-dead, fake-heart; easy-trick, crap

(3) So the people whose opinion about which we're supposed to care have already demonstrated either a failure of taste, imagination or nerve in their own field - all three being possible

(4) Hence, the predictable safe, pious, mediocre choices, with an occasional bow to the box office

Whywhywhy do people sit and listen to the ghastly banter, the painful speeches, oh never mind.

Saw Musset's Lorenzaccio tonight - I'd read it back when I was reading everything, but this is new translation, and live theater still holds magic for me. And somehow making The Unworthy for whom all is sacrificed a collective seems just right. Large number of houses; insufficient cases of the pox. }avert!{