for taste, class, fashion… Eiza González
for poise and acuity at 93… Eva Marie Saint
for stellar longevity… Rita Moreno
for calm under pressure… Ryan Seacrest
for graciousness and talent… Allison Janney
for my favorite absentee… James Franco
for tenor and tone… Guillermo del Toro
for immortal beauty… Jane Fonda
for redemption… Warren & Faye
for younger choices next year…
Gridiron Dinner. Old white guys in formal white tie as they stroll through the lobby of a tacky D.C. hotel. Short stubby geezers dragging their tails on the floor. Navigating luggage racks and tourists from Ohio. Silly. And. The elderly women with flabby arms and necks. Haven’t you heard me yet? If you are over a certain age. Long sleeves and collars please! Taking the escalator down to the basement conference room for skits and hilarity. High school prom-y.
Later on SNL. Alec Baldwin had some great lines. But. From what I read. Trump had good joke writers himself. “Who will be the next to leave? Miller or Melania?”
Then tonight. The Oscars. #MeToo replete with plunging skin and slits. Twirling for the cameras. Ridiculous. Who will snub Ryan first?
The new horror movie IT is tapping into people’s deepest fears. With all-clown screenings being planned. Terrifying. Chilling. Creepy. Dangerous. Sinister.
Since Trump. Coulrophobia has become rampant.
Solar Eclipse 2017. Truncated at 70% in NYC. It was basically a sunny turned gray day non-event. But lots of people were wearing weird glasses in Central Park.
Movie filmed on our block on election day last November. Just released. Not doing so good. The Only Living Boy in New York. Callum Turner. Cynthia Nixon. Probably left on the cutting room floor.
Meanwhile, we are saved! Mike Bloomberg is assuming the helm. Snatching the tiller from Hillary & Co.
Oscars 2017 ended in a shocking screw-up. Timberlake set an upbeat tone. Jimmy Kimmel hit perfect balance of topical and funny. Gold to Black in a big way. Ali. O.J. Academy Prez. Viola. Legend. Moonlight. Screenplay. Gay, too. Woo hoo.
White on rice. Ah. The irony. Meryl Streep the victim of “fake news”. Charlize Theron wins couture class. Emma Stone in Givenchy. Then. Best Picture. Not crazy. Faye said La La. What? Not. Moonlight. What? Accountant tweeting error. Yup. The new abnormal.
Global warming? Balmy February in New York. Rowboats on the Lake.
Bannon’s economic nationalism. Dismantling administrative state. Trump golfing with Els and McIlroy. The new abnormal.
Books are still normal. Just finished a good one. The Honeymoon, Dinitia Smith. A novel about literary icon George Eliot’s life and last honeymoon. Which was a doozy. See review here. Oscars. Ho-hum. This year.
A show within a show. Only it’s real. Press conferences. Bill signing photo opps. Dinners at Mar-a-Lago with world leaders. Couples lunch in the White House Blue Room with Bibi Netanyahu. Campaign-style rallies on a Saturday in Florida. Where are Jim Carrey and Scott Rudin when you need them? Keep the klieg lights on call. It’s going to be a surreal soap opera.
Almost as weird is FX new show Legion. Matthew Crawley meets Quentin Collins.