Monday, February 23, 2015
Best and worst of Oscar red dresses
Rosamund Pike in this red dress knocks me out. Could anyone look more gorgeous? On the other hand, this other babe--I don't know who she is, and I'm not sure I want to know--looks like she fell on a freshly seal-coated driveway. Isn't that cold tar down the front of her dress?
I thought Julianna Margulies looked lovely in her red ballerina-length gown and short cropped hair, but evidently no one else thought so, because I can't find a photo of her this morning.
What is worse than watching the Academy Awards on Sunday night?
Watching it on Monday morning.
Why can't you stream it, people?
At least on Sunday night, you come to the show with hope and anticipation. On a Monday morning I've already read that Patrick Neal Stewart was a snooze host after the opening number, so do I really want to watch all three hours? Not really.
We happened to see STILL ALICE on the weekend with Julianne Moore. It was disappointing. First of all, I expected it to take place at Harvard in Cambridge, Mass. 02138, because that's where the novel takes place, but they moved it to Columbia. Okay, that's small stuff.
The book was emotionally compelling, written in the first person by a female professor, who has early-onset Alzheimer's at age 50. I thought some of the saddest memory lapses were when she was still teaching--at one point she sits at the back of her own class as if she's one of the students. The worst scene for me was in a faculty meeting where they are evaluating a doctoral student's work. Alice, who has already been patronized by some of her colleagues, makes an articulate argument for her position. Her colleagues are stunned by her lucidity (as is the reader). Then five minutes later, she repeats the entire argument again word for word. That's where the reader feels how nasty and humiliating it is to have Alzheimer's.
Neither scene is in the movie. I was never pulled into the movie.
I had a hard time with Alec Baldwin playing her husband. I feared that any moment, he would step out of his role as an intellectual, understanding husband and actually become himself, or Jack Donaghy from 30 Rock.
The movie does show how lonely, boring and frightening it is to have the disease. People talk around you, rather than directly to you. Or they whisper about you.
It wasn't an Academy Award script or role, but as I've already read several times this morning, Julienne Moore won for her composite work.
And that bothers me too.
Posted by Louise Plummer at 3:09 PM