I watched Oscars like millions did. Some random points that came to mind:
I did clap when Slumdog Millionaire reaped in the awards, but the logical side of me couldn’t concede that the movie was worth 8 of them. I would call it a nice enough movie, but just that. Not great, not wonderful – tad better than mediocre. Another example of how right place at right time far outweighs merit.
And then, of course some “Body” comes along and does an illogical thing, and basks in the narrow glow of publicity it brings. They gifted the children a concrete house and claimed they are working for the upliftment of conditions in slums. My head reels – how?! By moving the children who already made some money to a concrete house? How does that equate to “working for upliftment of slums”?
I loved the way Danny Boyle jumped up and down like Tigger in Winnie The Pooh when he won his Oscar. It was a helpful reminder that we all have a child in us, and sometimes takes hard work finding it.
I watched with amusement as the cameras rolled on the best dressed women. I couldn’t help comparing the style to the women in South Indian villages who tie a hard knot with their “ull-paavadais” just covering their breasts and dropping down below their knees, as they took a bath in semi-privacy (a term used for not bathing in a closed bathroom – say at the well, or in the courtyard in their homes)”Ull-paavadai” is the inner skirt worn underneath a saree.
Almost all the dazzling clothes were of the same bathing-in-courtyard style, and most of the colours were the same tried and tested variety. But, speaking with a sense of negative fashion IQ , I am not the person most suited to make judgements I am afraid. After all, I still hold the unique honour of selecting all my wedding sarees in 2 hours and not wearing them even once ever since!
I scoured the crowd and found only 2 women wearing a pair of glasses, but the same was not true of Men. Are men more comfortable with glasses or are women more self-conscious about the bespectacled image?!