If there’s anything I love more than movies, it is the people who act in them. Yes, I adore my celebrities. I track them on Twitter, I see what their upcoming projects are on IMDB, I laugh at their failings in US Magazine. But mostly, I wait all year for the Academy Awards, where all my favorite people come together to wear gorgeous clothes, to drink large quantities of champagne without shame, and to receive deserved (and undeserved) awards for their craft. I love to see actors as themselves. I love that Julia Roberts is left-handed (she faked it in Erin Brockovich because the real woman is a righty). I love that Natalie Portman makes dirty jokes and Nicole Kidman is from Australia (which I realize after 10 minutes of “where did this accent come from?”). I love that half of them can’t figure out which side of the stage to exit on, even though they’ve been watching people up there ALL NIGHT.
I love how giddy everyone is, how wide a berth Meryl Streep is given as she sashays down the red carpet in a bubble of touchmenoti’vebeenwinningOscarssincebeforeyouwereborn. I love it when Ryan Seacrest practically has to beg to get an actor to come and talk to him. I love when they ignore him and continue posing for the press. I love the transparent jokes he makes to hide the fact that he just got the cold shoulder.
I love this: