Faux pas
What’s better to watch? (I asked Karin). The Super Bowl, or the Oscars?
The Super Bowl, said Karin, but only because of the comeback ending.
But then the Best Picture winner was announced.
Moonlight won *only after* La La Land had been declared the winner.
Everybody from La La Land was rejoicing upon the stage. Then it was discovered that the presenters had looked into the wrong envelope.
It was one of the most astounding things I’d seen on TV.
Often criticized for neglecting black subjects and filmmakers, the “Academy” had lined up more black award nominees than ever before. Yet somehow it managed to dim the shining moment that belonged to Moonlight, a black filmmakers’ movie.
The true winners looked confused and hurt as they came up to the stage.
The presenters, before opening the wrong envelope, had chided Donald Trump. They’d delivered a sermonette on the importance of The Truth.
I’m glad The Truth eventually wriggled out.
The blunder may not have been anyone’s fault. But it had the symbolic trappings of a most egregious offense, a slip committed by the entire U.S. white mainstream. It looked as if La La Land, a self-celebrating Hollywood musical – a jazz musical by whites – had been in the “Academy’s” heart all along, and Moonlight had not been.
Pity. Up until that fatal moment, it’d been a good show.
The Super Bowl, said Karin, but only because of the comeback ending.
But then the Best Picture winner was announced.
Moonlight won *only after* La La Land had been declared the winner.
Everybody from La La Land was rejoicing upon the stage. Then it was discovered that the presenters had looked into the wrong envelope.
It was one of the most astounding things I’d seen on TV.
Often criticized for neglecting black subjects and filmmakers, the “Academy” had lined up more black award nominees than ever before. Yet somehow it managed to dim the shining moment that belonged to Moonlight, a black filmmakers’ movie.
The true winners looked confused and hurt as they came up to the stage.
The presenters, before opening the wrong envelope, had chided Donald Trump. They’d delivered a sermonette on the importance of The Truth.
I’m glad The Truth eventually wriggled out.
The blunder may not have been anyone’s fault. But it had the symbolic trappings of a most egregious offense, a slip committed by the entire U.S. white mainstream. It looked as if La La Land, a self-celebrating Hollywood musical – a jazz musical by whites – had been in the “Academy’s” heart all along, and Moonlight had not been.
Pity. Up until that fatal moment, it’d been a good show.