You have to wonder about the Oscars and marvel at the great machine that convinces us to tune in year in and out to spend 4 hours of your one and only life watching a heap of extremely wealthy men and women congratulate each other on how wonderful they are. What a marvel!
Become aghast at how unfair the system is that creates winners and losers. Say to yourself how can a movie be deemed best movie if the director is not also best of all nominated. I mean can you be a brilliant actor and so named but be in the most horrendous movie of all time? Technically yes you can. . .Best actor in Debbie Does Dallas.
As for the nonsense of who is the best host and who will be the best host next year when the ink has not even dried on this years cheques is enough to make you weep. This and the gowns the red carpets and facile comments of interviewers should all be heaved into the midden heap. Not to mention the extreme nobility of the nominated as they wish nothing but. . .who gives a shit? You do!
The whole thing is a fucking farce that does not even pretend to have any bearing in reality. A hugely expensive display of eye candy that undoubtedly makes twice its cost, at least, in advertising revenues so that other multi-wealthy types can make more fortunes before we vote them off the island as a waste of space.