This is the first year that I haven't seen ANY of the movies up for Best Picture. That's kind of a victory for me. I mean, who really needs to see those movies?
I think I'm getting cynical in my old age. Well, cynical about movies. Ah, but I remember reading that Robert Mitchum, the old-time (now deceased) actor- was with a young impressionable actor at the Oscars' ceremony. They got there and Mitchum said something like, 'This is a bunch of bunk. . . . It's really silliness. It's all for show. It doesn't matter. '
He kind of had things in perspective.
I also remember that Robert Young (now deceased), who played the father in "Father Knows Best" and then in "Marcus Welby, M.D", had a nervous breakdown and when he was recovering he said that the reason he 'fell apart' was that he began thinking how his life didn't matter, that he was always just 'playing someone else' and his own life must not matter . . . and he couldn't handle it.
It's amazing what our culture thinks is important . . . and isn't.
Those are my thoughts on this Saturday evening, the eve of 'the Oscars'.