Ho. Lee. Shit. I didn’t get to the movies much this year, so I’ve paid even less attention to the Oscars hoopla than usual. The show is on, though, and I’m here on the couch doing some work, so some of the details are sinking in. Like the fact that my oldest pal Eddie almost won an Oscar for Best Documentary Feature.
Wha…!?
I was barely paying attention as they read off the nominees, who were all standing on stage behind Leonardo DiCaprio, until I suddenly hear the name of Eddie and his partner, Kirby Dick. I was flabbergasted, and convinced for half a second that I heard wrong. When I visited Eddie this summer, they were still working on the film, so I didn’t even think it had been released yet. Sure enough, though, there they were standing on stage, smiling politely as the eventual winner’s name was announced.
Now, it’s a little disappointing that someone else won the award, but you have to admit that it’s pretty goddamn impressive for a goofy kid from Staten Island (and later Connecticut) to get farther than anyone else I know is likely to get. (No offense, everybody, but you can correct me when you get your Oscar nomination.) I’ve never been so happy to feel like such a wayward slacker.
Eddie, old cock, you continue to impress the living hell out of me. In case you check this before we have out next long-overdue chat, I love you to pieces. Woo-hoo!
Oh, I do hope he did a Halle Berry-style acceptance speech. I know I would.
That would have been a little awkward since the Oscar was won by someone else’s film, but it certainly would have been a memorable display.
What was the name of the documentary. We’d like to see it. Hope you are feeling better.
I heard about this. Don’t you think it was just an einsie bit horrible that they all had to be up on stage, hear the name of the winner, and exit like gentlemen? Who’s great idea was that? I’m so glad I didn’t watch as this would have made my tea kettle whistle, despite Chris Rock being the host.