Oscar....Who He?

With the amount of tripe Hollybored churns out these days, im quite suprised this Oscar thingy is still around but hey ho as The Ramones used to say, these awards have come around again and tonight some fancy hall will be filled with actors and directors while thousands of oiks with nothing better to do sit around gawking at them. And no doubt dreaming of the poncey...sorry LOVELY clothes being shown off. (No accounting for some peoples taste.)


the new Frannsters award

I can't comment on the films being nominated because quite franky dear reader I don't know a thing about it. I long since gave up on movies having the power to entertain me but no doubt Clint Eastwood is up for something as he is one of the very few actors/directors left who is any good. (When Eastwood eventually shuffles off his mortal coil, the movie world will feel a loss such as its never felt before, mark this writers words.)
But whoever wins, I won't be tuning in because the time difference means that by the time the people have plonked their finely toned derriere's onto the plush seats, I will be safely in the arms of Morpheus visiting a paradise that no Hollywood director or artist could ever dream up.
I do wonder what television viewers get out of watching this sort of thing. Is it to ogle at the so called 'beautiful' people? To drool over their clothes and cleavage? Or are they supporting their favourite film? A film they had nothing whatsoever to do with apart from gain a few pounds from shovelling popcorn into their gobs when watching it. Why was this circus ever televised in the first place? A silly question to ask in these celebrity ravaged days of course, when everything an actor does is lapped up by the ignorant masses but im fairly suprised it got air time in times past. We haven't always been so moronically obssessed with fame. Have we?