Oddly, watching the Oscars seemed so comfortable in such a bizarre year. Less was more. The no-host format, the Union Station set, the incorporation of the remote locations and subbing Questlove for the orchestra, each improved the show. Steven Soderbergh and the other producers finally off-loaded the Best Song category to the pre-show – a huge help. And I sure didn’t expect the most powerful moment to come from Tyler Perry and the funniest from Glenn Close.
The awards, for once, pretty much all went to deserving winners. My only quibble was the atrocious Documentary Feature win for the good but not great My Octopus Teacher, an opinion shared by critics such as Christy Lemire and Jason Gorber. (I did like the octopus in the movie, just not the human.)
In each of The Movie Gourmet’s ten years of blogging, The Wife and I watch the Oscars while enjoying a meal inspired by the Best Picture nominees. For example, we had sushi for Lost in Translation, cowboy campfire beans for Brokeback Mountain and Grandma Ethel’s Brisket for A Serious Man – you get the idea. The high point has been the Severed Hands Ice Sculpture (below) in 2011 for 127 Hours and Winter’s Bone. Here is the 2019 version.
The characters in Nomadland, Sound of Metal, The Father and Minari all spent time in kitchens, so we could have come up with an Oscar menu. But it didn’t seem right this year. I, for one, haven’t been inside a movie theater in 417 days. To honor the movie theater experience, we chose movie popcorn and movie candy (Hot Tamales for me, DOTS for The Wife) and settled in for the telecast.
