The Oscars

TUA's Tiny People

This is a few days late, but The Ugly American's review of her industry's big moment is just great.  After disposing of weak jokes and shaky monologues,  she juxtaposes the night with The Academy Awards, 1944.   No, I didn't watch the Oscar presentations, largely because I can no longer stomach the pretentious priggery.  They have robbed me of one of the real joys I've had since childhood, and damn them for that. Here's snippage from the thrill is gone. ''And not one mention of the men and women fighting terror. Not a single word. Not a single word from the dozens who spoke. I find it astonishing that we are at war and not a single presenter or winner had a single thing to say about it. Not a single one. Talk about a chill wind. Talk about a fear of reprisal. Hollywood says they’re against the war but support the troops. Really? Hollywood says they’re against the war in Iraq but support the war in Afghanistan. Really? The lunatics who fight global warming armed with Socialism get slobbered over, but not one of our troops? Terrible. Unforgivable. Last night Hollywood did themselves much more harm than good. It’s one thing to put on just another bad show — but even if audiences can’t quite articulate what was really wrong, they felt it: The error of omission. The sin of the undone.''