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And the Award Goes to...
Every year I look forward to watching the Academy Awards ceremony with great anticipation. This year I decided to throw an "Academy Awards" soiree. What better way to fully digest the glitz, glamour, and the non-ending speeches than with a group of friends?
Academy Award Soiree Invite
What do we really watch the awards show for? Excellent acting? No, no, no. We want to see the regalia, the finery the good the bad and the ugly. Yes, we want to see the dresses and hairdos and please, please we really want to see someone fall down on the red carpet.
Date: Sunday, February 24th
Time: 4:00
Place: Shawn's carriage house
Dress: academy attire
Beverages and sustenance provided.
The response from my star struck/movie going friends was enthusiastic. The room shimmered and glowed with guests dressed in fanciful frills. One friend was only able to throw on a boa but she was forgiven as she drove directly from her daughter's soccer game. Finery does not wear well at a muddy outdoor soccer game.
Jon Stewart performed quite well as the host, although I missed Ellen Degeneres vacuuming the stage as she did the previous year. A few of Jon's jokes were too clever for the audience. Perhaps they were recovering from the onslaught of paparazzo's but they did not seem to understand half of his monologue. The audience appeared to be beautifully posed mannequins, incapable of expression or thought. Unlike his audience, Jon was devoid of a fashionable outfit he wore the same thing the entire show. I guess men don't really care if they change it up but a new look would have been nice. I was glad he did not go with the "mortician look" that Daniel Day Lewis did not carry off. Once I got past Daniel's outfit, I appreciated his classy yet brief acceptance speech.
And who wouldn't want to hear the acceptance speeches by the Coen brothers who won best director and best picture for "No Country For Old Men"? Not, me. Not once but twice they resembled tongue-tied bookends, with their hands crossed in the same positions. I loved the movie but they need to have a stand in next time to accept the award. Not their gig...
I am afraid we had very little fodder for poorly dressed Oscar attendees. Most everyone looked great although...may I just say, that Cameron Diaz could have done with a bit more pizzazz. I mean did she get out of bed, put her hair in a ponytail and just throw on a gown. Of course she can get away with it but my friends were better put together than she was. I don't get it. Maybe she does not have a stylist. According to my sister, most of the well-known stars have a stylist. Clothing designers have a publicist who contacts the stylist to convince the star to wear their newest designs, all very complicated. I wonder if there are publicists for hairstylists. As of yet I have not heard anyone talk about who styled whose hair, I am sure that is next.
Jennifer Garner looked beautiful and wins the; "I can't believe this is happening" award. I mean, poor Jennifer she was so gracious when Gary Busey slobbered all over her neck, her look of shock and a weak; "where is Ben?" said it all. I believe Ryan Seacrest tried to get rid of the red carpet outcast when he said; "Yes, well Gary, lots to talk about, see you at the party later." I am not sure what Mr. Busey replied but the entire scene was surreal. He was an absolute train wreck as he weaved his way down the carpet possibly hoping to accost yet another gorgeous victim.
I was disappointed in this year's lack of fashion faux paux; there was nothing on the scale of last year's mistakes, such as Jennifer Hudson's capelet. The caplelet was headline news on the "E" channel for days.
Our Oscar worthy dressed group had no stylist or publicist for the stylist. Everyone was dressed deliciously campy and some made the "best dressed list" at our party. My son was appalled when I walked out of the house in my see through lace dress, topped by a short bustier. I guess he did not like the look of my Spanx underpants, which peeked through my dress. "Mom, what the heck, (use of another word), where are you going?" "You cannot go outside like that." I admit I tried hard for the "worst dressed" award and I won, much to the dismay of my son. Like his father, he does not appreciate all the razzle dazzle that accompanies the Academy Awards show, maybe next year...
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