The Oscar broadcast was held Sunday and I, generally, enjoyed it. I went to bed before the big awards were presented, so I missed the kerfluffle about the PricewaterhouseCooper reps* giving out the wrong envelope to presenters, Bonnie and Clyde.
I think of it this way. La La Land won the popular vote, but Moonlight won the electoral college.
I can't kick either way—and I'm sure there won't be the hysterical bitching that happened when Crash won out over Brokeback Mountain for Best Picture. Frankly, the awards don't matter much in the main scheme of things and they have the sustained legacy of a fiscal year projection.
I thought Jimmy Kimmel was an excellent host from what I saw and I loved the sustained bit where a Hollywood tour bus was escorted through the ceremonies—I genuinely enjoy when the immaculately coiffed, coutured, and immaculate are invaded by the hoipolloi; one of my favorite bits was a few years ago when Chris Rock did interviews with patrons at a Magic Johnson Theater, asking what they thought the best movie of the year was and it was all horror movies. I like seeing the disconnect between the common and the pretentious. It amuses me no end.
My one genuine thrill was to see Katherine Johnson (portrayed—and I felt given short-shrift—in Hidden Figures) wheeled out to a standing ovation. The more that woman gets accolades and her name mentioned is all to the good and the deserved. Also deserved was Viola Davis' first Oscar win. She's great and so much of the soul of Fences was due to her performance. There was no way Emma Stone was NOT going to win the Oscar, short of Kim Jun Un "hiring some guys (and girls)," and I think I prefer Casey Affleck winning over Ryan Gosling.
The most chilling moment for me was the "In Memoriam" segment which, this year, seemed especially hard-hitting with the wealth of talent that was lost.
* What do you expect? The can't even alphabetize properly.