Last night, the world — and I — tuned into the 86th annual Academy Awards. We watched “12 Years a Slave,” “Dallas Buyers Club” and “Gravity” walk away with most of the big awards. Notwithstanding the fact that I haven’t yet seen any of those films, and I thought Ellen was a bit of a disappointment, I was basically glued to my TV from about 3:30 (to get in some early Red Carpet action) until 9:00 when the broadcast ended.
If you read about my personal history with Oscar, you’ll understand that I grew up with an almost religious reverence for this event. Even after all these years, the ritual is important to me… even if the meaning isn’t quite clear. Was it ever clear? Continue reading