Simulsnarking the Oscars: Third Time's a Charm
8:06 PM Red carpet puffery. Lisa Ling says "The stars are leaping out of their limos."
Every time I see Nicole Kidman she looks more unreal. We're robbed of seeing how this interesting face takes on some mileage and character, relents from its perfection. British actresses age. American actresses petrify. But ENOUGH on this subject.
I don't know who half these people are. I must be really old.
8:15 Eddie Murphy's getting long in the tooth! Now I feel better . . .
8:17 Cate Blanchett, in a dress that makes her look like a tarnished Oscar statuette, isn't aging either, but I want to see her as natural. Maybe she just has a better surgeon. Or maybe beauty is truth, truth beauty.
8:22 There's constant buzz about Scorsese. Shay and others predict he'll (finally) win a Best Director Oscar, really for career achievement because "The Departed" is far from his best film. CBS's David Edelstein says, "He'll win tonight because Academy voters are desperate not to hurt his feelings again."
8:23 The three amigos -- three Mexican directors with, what did she say, 16 nominations between them?? That''s cool.
8:32 Is that ancient, frail, urbane guy in the ascot Peter O'Toole??
8:33 Somebody with a salt-and-pepper beard and a Spanish or Mexican accent in the intro says he wants hope "because you can't have despair without hope!"
Not knowing who most of these people in the intro are is both cool and frustrating. It turns them into fans like the rest of us.
Jennifer Hudson looks like she is absolutely bursting, glossy, with hormones. She gives new meaning to the word "nubile."
8:36 Now we'll see how Ellen does, in her red velvet smoking pajamas. "This has been a dream of mine since I was a little girl. I've always wanted to host the Academy Awards." She looks nauseous with nervousness but begins to warm up by babbling a little.
The globalization of the Oscars: "The most international Oscars ever, which is a huge deal, I think. Record nominations for Mexico . . . a huge, huge thing . . . Spain is in the house, Japan is represented . . . "
She puts her tongue right in everyone's sore tooth, talking about the nervousness of the nominees, torturing them a little: "I can't imagine what you people are going through!" . . . There's a billion people watching out there . . . Wondering what you're going to say, we have no time for boring speeches . . . so if you don't have anything interesting to say, make something up. Say you're from the Bronx, people love it when you're from the Bronx. . . . Don't stress about that. Maybe you won't win!"
And believe it or not, she just said "Third time's a charm!"
8:42 I like her! The natural, human way she's talking about the people in the house makes them seem more real. How are we going to celebrate the nominees, not just the winners? Suddenly there's a tambourine in her hand and a gospel chorus dancing in the aisles singing "This night's for you!" It really gets the audience going!
8:46 First presenter: Kidman. Her lips have been plumped, her brow Botoxed. She looks like a skinned rabbit. Think I'll just pick on her all night. This woman made some irrevocable bad choices. She aborted her own face. Clint Eastwood, too.
Best art direction: "Pan's Labyrinth." (I really want to see this movie.) Lots of Spanish (Mexican) names are announced, and in the thanks, lots of lovely accents. The art director's notes are trembling in his hand.
8:48 Maggie Gyllenhaal recites the technical awards. Her dimple appears to be a special effect.
Asymmetrical, one-shoulder dresses are the thing.
8:56 Three guys singing a funny song before announcing the makeup awards. One of them is Jack Black, whom I get a kick out of. The other two I recognize but can't name. Ooh, a glimpse of "Apocalypto"! Thrillingly bizarre! Cruel Mayan noses! Lots of turquoise!
8:58 Wow! "Pan's Labyrinth" is batting a thousand so far!! The makeup artists tenderly thank Guillermo del Toro. Refreshing, so far.
9:00 Little Miss Sunshine and the Pinkett-Smiths' son announce animated shorts awards; some very enticing clips. "The Danish Poet" wins. Someone please put on a festival of these.
9:05 Best live action short: "West Bank Story," about hope and a falafel stand between Palestine and Israel.
9:06 Clint Eastwood made a movie in Japanese??! about the other side of Iwo Jima. The way he's talking about it, with a lot of emotion, I can't be too mean to him.
BREAK TO HOIST J ON THE BED
How nice, they obliged me by doing a stunt called the "Sound Effects Choir" that died with the audience.
9:15 "Letters from Iwo Jima," Best Sound Editing. J had pointed out a look Spielberg threw at Eastwood in the audience when the film was first mentioned. Now we realize Spielberg produced it. "Oh. That wasn't envy, it was collaboration."
9:19: Sound mixing, "Dreamgirls."
9:21 Rachel Weisz, in a dress that looks like two silver soft-boiled egg cups, talking about the blood, sweat and tears of being a "supporting" actor. Ugh. Alan Arkin wins for "Little Miss Sunshine." (We hate Alan Arkin in our family because of how callously he broke his word 40 years ago to a great, vulnerable theater director who is J's best friend. We hold grudges on others' behalf.)
9:24 Did Ellen just say to Mark Wahlberg "I hear you just peed in my bathroom"?? He says "I used your toothbrush, too," and she says, "I'll sell it on eBay." She's working the house with a cordless mike, almost sitting in Scorsese's lap and pretending to offer him a screenplay. He cracks up.
9:27 Cool that they have Pilobolus, the troupe of human Legos, turning into Oscar and penguins. Oh, James Taylor coming up! I have a sentimental weakness for his milk chocolate music.
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I explained to J in advance that I was going to write nasty things on my blog while I watched the Oscars, and that my loyal readers would come and be entertained by it.
"They're coming here?" he said.
"No no, they're coming to my blog."
"Is your blog downstairs?"
I burst out laughing, and so did he. Fun with dementia! (You can actually have fun with it, the way I've seen cats coming out of anesthesia play with their hallucinations.) Then I realized how strange it is to say you're "going to" someone's blog instead of bringing it to you, or calling it up on your computer screen. Cyberspace feels like space, an ocean of space with far-flung islands in it, in the same way the thoughts in your own mind do. It's a big collective mind. You go to my blog the same way you say "Don't even go there."
A trailer for "The Departed," very enticing especially because of the accompanying music: "Gimme Shelter." Scorsese has always had impeccable taste in rock'n'roll. Think of the soundtracks of "Mean Streets" and "GoodFellas."
9:31 James Taylor has gotten totally bald on top, and slightly jowly. He looks like a New England banker. Randy Newman is all gray. Ah, when your icons age . . . that really brings it home.
9:33 Melissa Etheridge! It's a good night for music. But what are these messages behind her about reducing carbon emissions?? Al Gore has hijacked the Power Point projector?! (Oops, the song's from "An Inconvenient Truth.")
9:36 There he is! Al Gore, looking fat with his 1930s tycoon hairdo, Jerry Seinfeld wrinkling his considerable nose in the audience. Leo DiCaprio says the Oscar show has "gone green" (tarnish on the Oscar!). Al pretends he's going to announce he's running for President, and the "shut up" music kicks in on cue. But you get the feeling the audience would vote for him. A conservative friend of mine says we've definitely crossed over into the Gaia religion, and small acts of energy conservation are its holy communion.
9:44 Cameron Diaz gives the animated feature Oscar to "Happy Feet." If this keeps up, instead of Oscar they'll be handing out the Penguin. To avoid speciesism.'
9:46 Writers in the movies! Yay for our side! Who would think that the writer would be a dramatic, or romantic, or comic character? But then . . . it's writers writing these things. Great montage! Writers balling up paper, throwing their typewriters out the window, rubbing their foreheads, drinking, pitching, breaking through their blocks, smiling, typing faster . . . "The end!"
9:49 Helen Mirren and Tom Hanks present Best Adapted Screenplay. Nice presentation, someone reading the writer's behind-the-scenes words -- scene-setting and action -- as the completed scene plays out. William Monahan wins for "The Departed," based on a Japanese film, "Infernal Affairs."
10:00 Costume design, presented by Emily Blunt and . . . they're pretending to be afraid of Meryl Streep, and she's pretending to give them a blood-freezing "Devil Wears Prada" look. She looks absolutely beautiful. Nicole should only have her skin. Milena Canonero wins for "Marie Antoinette," a traditional costume drama at least as far as the costumes go. Again a good presentation, showcasing the costumes on stage floats. Canonero shortens her speech by generically thanking "everybody who had anything to do with this movie."
10:05 I was surprised to see Tom Cruise being a presenter -- noblesse oblige? -- but he's here to present the Jean Hersholt humanitarian award to Sherry Lansing for her anti-cancer and pro-stem-cell research work. (Pointless name-drop: Sherry Lansing went to my high school. She was one year ahead of me, and that year was like the Grand Canyon, so I didn't know her.) She's gracious.
10:11 Clint Eastwood is running out of skin for his face but Ellen is turning this into a goofy family night, taking digital photos with Spielberg and Eastwood. She's not dazzling, she's cozy somehow.
10:12 Now, Gwyneth Paltrow looks and sounds great -- classical, poised. Her hair makes one smooth line with her pale coral-colored dress. She presents Cinematography -- Guillermo Navarro for "Pan's Labyrinth." Then she turns self-effacingly away -- showing the loveliest curve of bare back. She's the fairest of them all tonight, if you ask me.
10:22 Visual effects: "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest."
10:23 Catherine Deneuve. Really good surgeon. Send Nicole. Really good English, too. Ken Watanabe looking elegant. Good presentation of foreign films past and present. All the montages are good. This is a pretty substantive, no-bull Oscar show. The only problem is that catching glimpses of so many great old films sets a terribly high bar for the current crop.
Blanchett again. The one-shoulder dress. Runner-up to Gwyneth.
10:31 Best foreign film: surprise! Not "Pan's Labyrinth." Germany for "The Lives of Others." Has anyone seen it? We will now.
10:33 Sexiest Man George Clooney, with a slicked-down '30s hairstyle like Al Gore's, with whom he says he's just been drinking. Best Supporting Actress. It's supposed to be Jenifer Hudson, and it is. "Look what God can do." She remembers her grandmother, her greatest inspiration, a singer. "She had the passion for it but she never had the chance." She's genuinely shook up, flustered, a beauty. Guys, I'm curious: does she turn you on?
Compelling trailer for "Babel." I wanna go to the movies . . . WAAAAAAHHHH.
10:42 Best documentary short. The Chinese movie wins. "The Blood of Yingzhou District." Producer Thomas Lennon points out how strange it is to have one chamber of your heart in a poor Chinese village and the other in Beverly Hills. Ruby Yang gives her brief thanks in Chinese, a reminder that probably a billion Chinese are watching right now, cheering.
10:45 Jerry Seinfeld really likes documentaries because they're so real.
10:46 AGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! Tom Strong is right! Jack Nicholson has found a new way to be repulsive!
10:48 GASP! "An Inconvenient Truth" wins Best Documentary! Al Gore looks saintly. Has tears in his eyes. Melissa Etheridge applauds reverently. Gaia is appeased! Hold that volcano!
10:50! Oh! Here comes Ennio Morricone's long-overdue lifetime achievement award. Clint Eastwood presenting, having trouble moving his cheeks. Morricone's scored over 400 films and never won an Oscar. A wonderful montage of him at work -- elegant, perfectionistic -- and a sampling of his eloquent scores. Céline Dion is premiering a new song he wrote. He's watching her solemnly, spotlit in the balcony -- hard to tell if he's moved or critical. She makes it sound like another Céline Dion song. He comes onstage and bows his head with a workman's humility. He''s all choked up in magnificent, scrolly Italian. Clint gives a folksy translation. Morricone wants to share the award with all the unrecognized artists. I think he says "this is not a point of arrival, it's a point of departure." He dedicates the Oscar most beautifully to his wife Maria, thanking her for her dedication. Unlike Clint Eastwood and almost every other man his age in the audience, he has a wife who's his lifelong companion and contemporary. She also looks bigger than him, which strikes me as very Italian.
11:07 Best score: "Babel." Acceptance speech: We're all human together, but, "Para todos Latinos!"
11:12: Best original screenplay. Again, the writer's descriptive words are read aloud over the finished scene -- words we never hear, unless we read screenplays; only see. "Little Miss Sunshine" wins. I'm starting to dislike this movie sight unseen. No good reason. Maybe it's the annoying title, or the Alan Arkin connection. Tell me I'm wrong and I'll go see it first for penance.
11:15 The Pilobolus shadow play is ingenious, especially the high-heeled shoe with the devil's pitchfork.
11:21 J.Lo., looking zaftig, introduces a star-studded "Dreamgirls" song medley. It's as good as you could have hoped. "They can't take this away from them," J suddenly says. Beyoncé and Jennifer are as scalding hot as the old Motown divas. Especially Jennifer, who has the depths as well as the heights to her voice. Jennifer's more like Aretha, Beyoncé like Whitney or Mariah. (Some good hard blows being struck against anorexia tonight.) The audience is clapping along. It's irresistible!
11:28 Best song: "I Have to Wake Up" or whatever it's called, from Al Gore's movie. Melissa Etheridge. Everyone in the audience is nodding to her exhortations to be the Greatest Generation and save the earth. My eyes have been opened and I really am seeing it as a religion substitute, secular Hollywood's answer to "The Passion of the Christ." I bet Al uses this as his platform to announce, if he's going to at all. Tomorrow? Taking bets.
11:33 The trailer for "Little Miss Sunshine" makes it appear that a large part of the appeal of the movie is Volkswagenostalgia. (Pointless Name Drop #2: Our family, with 6 kids, was the first in our neighborhood to have a "Volksy bus." The door did not fall off, nor did we have to push it uphill.)
11:41: "Cut to the chase." Kate Winslet presents the film editing Oscar. It goes to Thelma Schoonmacher, who goes way back to film school with Scorsese, for "The Departed." He's shedding tears. Making a film with Marty is "tumultuous, passionate, funny, like being in the best film school in the world."
11:44: Jodie Foster, having just lost a friend (and Oscar winner), Randy Stone, two weeks ago, introduces the obituary montage. Glenn Ford, Alida Valli, Jane Wyatt, Don Knotts, Gillo Pontecorvo, Darren McGavin, Joe Barbera, Gordon Parks, Philippe Noiret, Maureen Stapleton, James Doohan, Carlo Ponti, Peter Boyle, Sidney Sheldon, Jack Palance . . . Robert Altman.
11:51: Ellen has now been dressed in red . . . white . . . and blue.
Best actress. They all look like real people! The Oscar goes to Helen Mirren for that uncanny impersonation, or incarnation, "The Queen." She dedicates it to the real Queen. Of course she's classy, she's British.
12:00 Best Actor. It's going to be Peter O'Toole . . . NO! IT'S FORREST WHITAKER! A fine actor and completely deserving -- he obviously gave more than all to this part -- I'm so glad he won, although I feel badly for O'Toole, who appears to be casting the evil eye from his seat.
You can never tell when Hollywood is doing the right thing for the wrong reason -- that is, a reason external to the performance, e.g., because the black are a sexier minority than the old -- but who cares, as long as they did the right thing.
12:08 Tiny Marty Scorsese finally gets his Oscar -- for loving the movies SO MUCH. Who do his eyebrows remind me of? Groucho's moustache?
12:13 Eternally ditzy Diane Keaton and lardlike, depilated Jack Nicholson. (I get it -- he's turned himself into a giant penis.) Best Picture is . . .
. . . THE DEPARTED!!
Boy, they must really feel guilty towards Scorsese! Because it's not remotely his best movie -- they say. (I feel so unqualified to be writing about this at all . . . it's a moviegoer's gig. All I am is a plastic surgery critic . . . )
Postmortem: Ellen was so downbeat and regular she made everybody comfortable, but she was TOO low-key. A certain amount of self-mocking, show-biz-loving razzle-dazzle is called for. I thought Billy Crystal was just about right.
'Bye! I'm running over to see what Reader and Danny and Ann had to say.
You're being more attentive than I as far as actually listing who's winning. But at least I snarked about the set!
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Posted by: reader_iam | February 25, 2007 at 09:14 PM
Yaaaay! Alan Arkin!
Posted by: Melinda | February 25, 2007 at 09:27 PM
Quit picking on Nicole. You know how I feel about Nicole. I love the icy, bitchy, slightly crazy blondes. I even married one.
Posted by: m. takhallus | February 25, 2007 at 09:29 PM
We hate Alan Arkin in our family because of how callously he broke his word 40 years ago to a great, vulnerable theater director who is J's best friend.
Ooops! Boo, Alan Arkin!
Posted by: Melinda | February 25, 2007 at 09:37 PM
I'm surprised that Eddie Murphy was shut out. Suggests it might be a sentimental Academy Awards night. That would mean Jennifer Hudson, Peter O'Toole (IMO Helen Mirren's unbeatable), Scorsese for Best Director, Little Miss Sunshine for Picture. That would be surprising.
Posted by: Dave Schuler | February 25, 2007 at 09:43 PM
MT -- can't you see what she's doing to herself?? It's disappointment, man. I thought highly of her! But the more she tries to stop time, the more she ruins it.
Posted by: amba | February 25, 2007 at 09:44 PM
Let me add: Jack Nicholson finds a new way to be repulsive every year.
Posted by: Tom Strong | February 25, 2007 at 09:53 PM
I didnt actually notice her face. I was busy drinking. But the red dress was smokin'.
Posted by: m. takhallus | February 25, 2007 at 09:54 PM
Nah. Not my type.
Posted by: m. takhallus | February 25, 2007 at 10:51 PM
I'm glad "Blood of Yingzhou District." IMO, this is a stunning movie, and the kind of movie that should have the attention of all those people sucking up to Al Gore at the moment.
Posted by: Randy (Internet Ronin) | February 25, 2007 at 10:55 PM
The Lives of Others. Another great film! Hooray!
Posted by: Randy (Internet Ronin) | February 25, 2007 at 10:58 PM
Poor Reader_iam: She's simulblogging too, but Haloscan comments have gone on strike over there again, so anything I or anyone else tries to write to encourage her gets swallowed with a message that the "Service is unavailable. Try again later."
Posted by: Randy (Internet Ronin) | February 25, 2007 at 11:03 PM
That so sucks. I'm emailing her to tell her to come over here for her messages.
Posted by: amba | February 25, 2007 at 11:06 PM
I finally succeeded in getting something posted there. But I think your idea was better. Why didnt I think of that?
Posted by: Randy (Internet Ronin) | February 25, 2007 at 11:28 PM
Oh! Hey! That's what one of my comments that didn't make it through to her said:
Haloscan sucks. eom
Great minds, I guess... (and loved your anectdote about J. and blogging, BTW.)
Posted by: Randy (Internet Ronin) | February 25, 2007 at 11:30 PM
"They can't take this away from them,"
Oh yes they can!
I hereby nominate the "America" montage introduced by Will Smith as the most incoherent Oscar moment of the night.
Posted by: Tom Strong | February 25, 2007 at 11:41 PM
Also, am I right in thinking that Leo DiCaprio is looking more and more like James Cagney?
Posted by: Tom Strong | February 25, 2007 at 11:43 PM
Ok, the BIG question: How long do they run over? Any bets? Any odds-makers for that matter? If I ask a question like that are federal agents going to come knocking on your door? My door?
Posted by: Randy (Internet Ronin) | February 25, 2007 at 11:50 PM
Right on both counts, Tom!! Leo for the biopic! And I could not figure out what that montage was about!
Posted by: amba | February 25, 2007 at 11:52 PM
Amba: Are you a bit agnostic about Global Warming? Although I believe the world climate is getting warmer, I've become a skeptic about any scientific "certainties" that become the conventional wisdom, mostly because the ground has shifted below our feet so many times.
BTW, if you haven't seen it, I believe a best foreign film winner of a few years ago, The Barbarian Invasions, is a film you would appreciate.
Posted by: Rod | February 26, 2007 at 12:43 AM
Amba: Excellent summaries. I agreed on most parts. Thanks for that Arkin tidbit. I shall carry on the grudge from the Piedmont. So sorry I missed your party. I was over at The House of Alt. Stoopid me! I coulda' opened up another window, but forgot until it was all over.
Posted by: Ruth Anne | February 26, 2007 at 01:49 AM
As the Official Historian of the Althouse Blog, I would think you hadda be there! I haven't had time to tackle the comments over there yet -- where the action is. I'm saving it for a treat.
Posted by: amba | February 26, 2007 at 07:19 AM
It's a bit O/T, but- did anyone ever see "Like H2O For Chocolate"?
I just wonder what folks thought of it- i saw it the other night w/my 15 yr old daughter(she watched it for a class) and i loved the book so much better.
I did cry when Teta ate those matches- i couldn't help it.
Posted by: karen | February 26, 2007 at 09:58 AM
LOVED your blogcast! I want to hear the full story about Alan Arkin before I decide whether to begrudge him his Oscar. I already feel horrible for Eddie Murphy who had every reason to believe he was going to win.
Oh, how I hate/love the Oscars. It took me until this afternoon to post my own ramblings about the show but talking about it almost 24 hours later makes me feel like I need a 12-step group.
I couldn't agree more with your concerns about Nicole Kidman but it sounds like you were referring to her as an American actress which she's not. Did you mean that her self-mutilation began as a result of her Americanization? At least she's free of the Scientologists. I thought they'd cut to a close-up of her face when Tom Cruise was presenting his ass-kissing tribute to Sherry Lansing. Also thought they'd hone in on Gwyneth Paltrow and Jennifer Lopez when Ben Affleck was at the podium. Restraint on the part of the Oscar directors? What a shock!
Posted by: Danny | February 26, 2007 at 07:19 PM
(snark, snark)
I could see Beyonce's "glue" ... or whatever it is they use to keep wigs in place ... when she was singing.
Gwyneth has picked up the same faux accent Madonna has from living "over there."
What did George Clooney mean with his joke about drinking backstage with Nicholson and Gore? Just curious.
Posted by: Becky | February 26, 2007 at 08:05 PM
Amba, what a tour de force! Your report is much better than the actual Oscars thing. I'm so wrapped up in my own stuff I didn't even realize it was on but you've seen it for me and that's all I need. I don't know who most of those new (?) people are either and I wholly agree about Kidman - I thought she was plastic before surgery but afterwards even more plastic. Some day all of those reconstructed botoxed siliconised Hollywood lips and boobs and bums and cheeks and noses will melt into a huge puddle coating the whole of LA and all those Jimmy Choo shoes wil get stuck in it. Mwahahahahahaha
Posted by: Natalie | February 26, 2007 at 09:10 PM
Did you mean that her self-mutilation began as a result of her Americanization?
Danny: Yes, her Hollywoodization. Cate Blanchett is Aussie too, and has been taken up by Hollywood, but she doesn't look mutilated. If she's been doing a little here and there, it's subtle. More to the point, she has a character-actress kind of beauty that can't be lost in the same way and therefore doesn't have to be shored up in a panic.
Posted by: amba | February 26, 2007 at 11:19 PM
Becky: yeah, Clooney said "I was just backstage drinking with Al Gore. I don't think he's gonna run for president." WTF??
Thanks, Nat! Your hallucinatory vision of all of L.A. becoming slick with silicone reminded me of one of my favorite movies, "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" -- Jessica Rabbit's detachable lips and the ending when the bad guy tries to kill the Toons with "dip." Do you know what I'm talking about?
Posted by: amba | February 26, 2007 at 11:25 PM
You simul-blog better than Ann Althouse.
Posted by: Brownie | February 27, 2007 at 04:22 AM
What should I say to that -- "heckuva job, Brownie"?
Thanks. But Ann wasn't simulblogging -- I think she was on a plane during the Oscars. She was TiVoblogging. It's not the same. Reportedly the action over there's in the comments, which I haven't had a chance to but am chafing at the bit to read.
Posted by: amba | February 27, 2007 at 07:45 AM
I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but what annoys me about the Boomer Generation (as displayed at the Oscars) is that we still think we're cool, hip, rebels. We're not. We're in control, we've taken the reins. We're The Man. We're our Parents. We really need to get over ourselves.
Posted by: kreiz | February 27, 2007 at 11:29 AM
That's why I'm not invested in listening to Hannity rail about Gore's private jet use or Edwards' 28 gazillion sq. ft. house. Of course they're hypocrites- they're the Establishment. Gore shouldn't be living in a dorm, driving a VW microbus and smoking weed... he did that already.
Posted by: kreiz | February 27, 2007 at 11:39 AM
It's true. Back in the '80s, when everybody else was getting cynical and materialistic, I wrote a fairly insufferable new-agey book (my generational clock stopped in 1972 when I met Jacques, is my excuse) about Us and Our Epochal Experience.
At some point in the '90s (I think it was the Bill Clinton sordidness made me see the light), I realized that we were just like every other generation, and the '60s was just our youth. Big deal. At that point I rejoined the human race, as have others like Mark Satin of Radical Middle, whose wonderful memoir, when it is published, will speak for and to many of us. Not coincidentally, it crucially involves reconciling with his aging father -- better late than never.
Posted by: amba | February 27, 2007 at 12:29 PM
This brilliant commentary on a show I never even watch had me laughing out loud. Wicked and wonderful!
Posted by: Bitterroot | February 28, 2007 at 11:49 PM