William Katz: Urgent Agenda
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SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 24, 2008
Tonight is Oscar night. Notice the difference? A great mass of Americans used to look forward to the Oscars. Today, the broadcast executives fear a ratings disaster. Jon Stewart, who bombed once as host, is back again. And why not? Who else is there? Apparently, the ace of aces, Billy Crystal, doesn't want to do it. Whoopi made very little whoopi in the role, and David Letterman was the flop of flops. Hate to sound nostalgic, but, if you believe in resurrection, please put the names Johnny Carson and Bob Hope on your list. Then there are the nominated movies and performers. Okay, we've covered that subject. Well, let's be fair. Some of the nominated movies are very fine. They're well made, beautifully acted, often elegantly written. There is talent in Hollywood today. The problem is, there is very little showmanship in Hollywood today. The great traditions of showmanship haven't been handed down. Hollywood hung on through the 1970s and into the 80s because a generation of great showmen was still around to offer some guidance. That generation is gone. The mentoring generation today is the sixties crowd, and they're destroying Hollywood the way they've destroyed so much else. They don't seem to care much about the audience, and they demonstrate a certain contempt for their own country. Of the nominated pictures, I hope "Juno" wins, not because the others are bad. They are good. But at least "Juno" has some showmanship. I will also exit the room when "best song" is presented. There was a movement in the industry years ago to abolish the category because the quality of the songs had gotten so bad. After all, the Oscar used to go to songs like "You'll Never Know," sung by Alice Faye during World War II. The abolitionists failed. The music merchants have kept the award going. Quick: Name the last five winners. I hear silence, which is preferable to listening to those songs. Some readers know that I spent a chunk of my career in the movie and TV business. Over the years I saw the level of incompetence and indifference increase. David Lean, the great British director of "Lawrence of Arabia," said just before his death that Hollywood forgot how to tell stories, and he was partly right. The industry still tells stories, just not the ones most people care about. That is the problem with tonight's Oscars. While admiring the ability that went into some of the nominated films, we just don't care that much. Oscar Hammerstein II, the great lyricist, was often criticized for the sentimentality of his lyrics. Once, a critic asked him why he wrote about the things he did, like parents dreaming of their kids' future. Those, he replied, are the things people care about. Yes they are. If Hollywood would learn that lesson, maybe the audience would care again as well.
Not much has happened since our last evening update. The main political story is that Hillary struggles to stay alive, with the psychology of the race turning strongly against her. The question: Will she get a sympathy vote from those tiring of the Obama hype? Answer: I doubt it. She's never drawn much sympathy. As said before in this space, plenty of conservatives are deriving joy from watching Hillary squirm. Their joy is misplaced. Obama is a much stronger candidate, and seeing the Clintons go down should not be the main objective in this election year. Electing John McCain should. The choice in November will be stark: This is the greatest ideological division since Ronald Reagan ran against Jimmah Carter in 1980. In 1980, however, Reagan was the better speaker, by far. This year Obama is the better speaker, and has already sparked a movement of groupies and tofu-chomping conformists. This will be tough, very tough.
Yes, you read that right. With all the faults of British journalism - volumes one through eight - there are terrific British reporters, a small number right here in America. They are doing some of the best reporting on the Obama business. For example, Sharon Churcher, writing for the Daily Mail, demolishes some of the mythology around Michelle "this is the first time I'm proud of my country" Obama. Not quite the rags-to-riches story we've been told. More like Bloomingdales-on-sale-to-riches:
Gee, I didn't read much of that in the American press. I guess there wasn't space. You think that's it? By the way, that 825,000-British-pound price for the mansion translates into approximately 1.6 million U.S. dollars. Maybe you should paint your kitchen.
Another British paper takes on Obamism, which apparently is a new religion, with a class of clerics mysteriously called "campaign advisers." It's a new divine concept. But there is worry about the impact of this religion, and the way it's growing:
I am saved, I am saved, by Obama. Aren't I?
The Washington Post, though, in a rare departure from Obama-worship, presents a more sobering view of the candidate's prospects in the red states. Good reporting. You know, there are voters who'll look carefully, and whether they'll vote for the most left-leaning member of the Senate, who promises us national unity, is a serious question:
All right, GOP, get to work. If you don't, it will be a cold eight years.
Time for the real world. In a righteous assault against one of the greatest threats to our way of life, a Dutch financial house has banned piggy banks:
Much of European civilization is dying before our eyes. And, yet, it's Bush who gets cursed by presumably intelligent people. But you can be sure that the head of that Dutch bank will be invited to Aspen next year for one of those I'm-rich-but-I'm-kind conferences, where he'll be given a plaque carved from environmentally safe materials. I must take a seasickness pill.
It's important to keep you up to date with the latest medical advisories. The medical profession is now warning against the perils of sexy dancing. The healers cite as Exhibit A, a patient formerly known as Prince:
Into every life some purple rain must fall. And, performing only the fox trot, I'll be back later. Posted on February 24, 2008.
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