Monday, February 28, 2011
The Oscars
It never matters to me who the hosts are -- for me it's always been about the joy of seeing a dream realized, when the winner takes the stage and grasps their trophy for the first time and then gushes out some enthusiastic or eloquent or ineloquent or touching speech. My heart just swells at the possibility and I can't help but imagine my own Oscar moment some day. I love the pomp and circumstance, love the beautiful dresses in our mostly sweatpants wearing world...sure it's pretentious at times and often boring...but it's a beacon of the power of dreams, and that's why I love it. Plus Kirk Douglas was freaking hilarious.
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Adapted Screenplay: Kara Holden, "The Octopus: A Story of California"
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here too... :)
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