I experienced my first out-loud Oscar cheer this year, ironically, to me and those who know me, when “La Vie en Rose” won for makeup, of all things; normally, Scarlett, I wouldn’t give a damn, but Marion Cotillard’s transformation to Edith Piaf , from youth through premature aging was just too impressive.
Normally I am silent during Oscars telecasts, unless I have money riding on them or my picks are public, in which case getting ’em right is a matter of saving face vs. losing face.
I might make a snarky remark, say about the black tent/toga worn by indie icon Tilda Swinton – but her delightful enthusiasm and candor in accepting the supporting-actress gold for “Michael Clayton” made be want to keep my snark to myself.
I had a similar inclination to snark at the fur trim covering Penelope Cruz’s decolletage – shameful waste in the mind of every healthy all-American male.
But I wanted to at least aim for the higher road, especially when I found myself shedding my cynicism and cheering for my best-actress favorite, Cotillard, when she, too, picked up the gold.
I was actually happy. It was a stunning portrayal in what was otherwise an uneven downer. And it upset the “sure thing” in this year’s competition: Julie Christie – also excellent, – for “Away From Her.”
Upsets always give cheer, especially when they’re about an award going to the most deserving.
Diablo Cody solidified the anti-snark, for this Oscars telecast and, perhaps, beyond.
The favorite to win for original screenplay for “Juno,” the little movie that could, the former stripper was wearing some sort of thin, shimmery leopard-like frock cut so high she held it closed as she walked up to the stage to receive her award.
Add the fact that she was covered with tattoos and her look was all about “weird” or “odd,” “inappropriate” or, simply, “out of place,” or so the snarker would be tempted to say.
And then Diablo Cody spoke, radiating sincerity: And she ended her speech with the clincher, letting the tears finally spill as she walked off: “And most of all I’d like to thank my family for loving me exactly as I am.”
And there it was.
And there it is.
She feels free to express herself — and damn the naysaying, naythinking, disapproving snarkers.
Why? Because she grew up feeling loved and accepted by the people who matter most; her family, clearly extending with the making of “Juno.”
You convinced me to tear up my snarking license.
And it feels good.