Before I get to my cat name dilemma (too many names had the same number of votes), I must address the big event this Sunday: the Academy Awards. It is what's on everyone's mind, right? Well, not mine completely. But this year, I am pondering how my take on this show has evolved over the years.
my business. All I cared about was the movies and the acting. I had my favorites, rooted for my movies and enjoyed popcorn and Pepsi (never Coke, always Pepsi). As my kids grew up and we went to more and more movies together--especially my daughter and me--they shared the same anticipation.
Maybe all good things must come to an end. Once the kids were gone, our movie attendance dropped dramatically. Then I got sick with Lyme and other nasty stuff. Being that close to strangers for several hours was too risky. I was sick enough as it was without risking getting even sicker. This past Christmas was the first time I'd been to the movies in two years. Only Sherlock Holmes and Robert Downey could convince me it was time to return. Loved the movie, but it's not up for anything.
Here's a poorly kept secret: I would love to be nominated for an award. And I think that's another reason why the shine is off the Oscar for me. When you want something very bad, dream about it, make it a goal, and year after year, nothing happens, you begin to think that you're just not good enough. At least I do. So watching a show where people dress up and say wonderful things to the crowd as they are honored by their peers gives me a little pang in the gut.
But Sherlock Holmes isn't up for any awards, is it? And yet it drew me out of my movie-phobia. And I was totally entertained, taken away for two hours. I figure that's my job. Not to win something--because really, I've already won. But rather to entertain. Take people to another place where the story can offer up some fun. I think I do that. Will I cross that wish for an award off my goal list? Probably not. But it just doesn't seem as important as it did even six months ago. I sure hope when I watch the Oscars (and none of that red carpet nonsense that I so dislike) that I won't feel that little pain in the stomach anymore. After all, I'll never be up for an Oscar. :-)
What's your one favorite from this list?