“Oh Bugger,” I said this morning as I was finalizing the schedule of events for my first day back in the CD saddle…………….”It’s the Oscars.” knowing I would have to show them on the Seaside Theatre big screen.
I hate the Oscars. Every year, I stay up to watch it, and every year, the same warm, sticky magic descends on me. I’m swept up in the glamour, the glitter, the gorgeous-ness, and ten hours later I’m wrung out and gasping the annual question: how in God’s name is it possible for the largest, richest entertainment industry ever conceived, with access to every big star in the world, every technician and special-effects wizard and hairdresser, and an international audience of billions make a show that looks like something we were producing on the Mardi Gras in 1989?
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