I’m running Washington Post Style columnist Tom Shales’ review of the 80th Academy Award broadcast. Because he agreed with me about last night’s show. (And even if you dislike what I wrote, remember that he has won a Pulitzer for his TV criticism…)
Oscar Viewers Got Clipped, In More Ways Than One
By Tom Shales
The Washington Post
Monday, February 25, 2008; Page C01
The 80th Annual Academy Awards ceremony, televised live on ABC last night from Los Angeles, went clip-clip-clipping along. This is not a good thing; the show was so overstocked with clips from movies — from this year’s nominees and from Oscar winners going back to 1929 — that it was like a TV show with the hiccups.There were hardly any emotional moments from winners on the stage and there was little in the way of drama for viewers who watched, especially those who stayed with the tedious drag all the way past 11:45, when it finally drew to a close. Javier Bardem, who won for Best Supporting Actor in the Best Picture winner, “No Country for Old Men,” did move the crowd when he concluded his speech with a message to his mother in his native Spanish. She was sitting in the audience, surrounded by the usual suspects and celebrities.
No acting prizes were given out until the second half-hour of the show, a poor piece of showmanship — as was hiding kids’ favorite Miley Cyrus, star of TV’s “Hannah Montana,” backstage until 9:50 p.m., when many of her biggest and youngest fans had gone to bed and didn’t get to see her.
Jon Stewart, the cable TV comic brought in to host, did only a fair-to-middling job, mostly middling, and in fact threatened to ruin the poignancy of Bardem’s speech by later informing the audience, “That was a moment,” in case we were all too dumb to have figured that out for ourselves. Stewart made only a few political jokes, at one point observing that usually when an African American and a woman are both seeking the presidency, it means “an asteroid is about to hit the Statue of Liberty” — i.e., it’s part of a disaster film set in the future.
The highly praised “Michael Clayton,” starring George Clooney, won just one major award (Best Supporting Actress for Tilda Swinton), while Marion Cotillard’s victory as Best Actress for playing legendary singer Edith Piaf in “La Vie en Rose” was an upset over newcomer Ellen Page as a pregnant teenager in “Juno.” The closest any movie came to a sweep was “No Country for Old Men,” which won for Best Adapted Screenplay from another medium as well as Best Director (Joel and Ethan Coen) and Best Picture.
It happens that the Coen Brothers got their start in the movie business with help and support from Jim and Ted Pedas, Washington real estate investors who owned the beloved Circle Theater on Pennsylvania Avenue in the ’50s, ’60s and ’70s. It has since been torn down and an ugly office building erected in its space. The Coens generally make cynical, gloomy movies, with the exception of the breakneck comedy “Raising Arizona.”
There were several references to the recent strike by the Writers Guild of America, which, if it had continued, might have meant canceling the 80th Oscars altogether or putting on a much reduced and postponed show later in the year. Actually, that might have been a pleasant change and a blessed relief from the bloated show and the effusive windbags making speeches that Americans endure annually, even as the number of other awards shows on television has grown exponentially.
Accepting the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay (“Juno”), Diablo Cody held up the statuette and said, “This is for the writers.” The sentiment didn’t exactly bring the house down, however. As for Cody, one admirer hailed her as having written “the best book ever about strippers” — no relation to the movie for which she won the Oscar, of course.
Influential Hollywood blogger Nikki Finke, writing in advance of the Oscar show, noted that “few in America or the world have seen the nominated pictures and performances” and predicted that “all in all, everybody should expect The Worst Oscars Ever in the History of Hollywood.”
Was she far from wrong?
Editor-in-Chief Nikki Finke - tip her here.







Oh, f’rChrissakes, the Oscars are the Oscars are the Oscars. In one night the Academy raises a clump of money that they use to carry out their film preservation & restoration, maintain their archives and library and special collections, hold seminars and screenings, and plan tribute and outreach programs — many of which are offered to the public and scholars for free. For that benefit, I’d even sit through a Wes Anderson film.
Minus a few awkward moments (did Stewart have to be so blase about some of the winners), I thought he did a fine job— MUCH better than sycophants like Billy Crystal and (vomits in mouth) Whoopi Goldberg. I thought his 2006 Oscars were better because of some of the funny pre-taped clip bits, but blame the Strike for not having that this time around.
Without the strike, this site has turned into Defamer Lite. Bleah.
…and there is no bigger dinosaur (as in fossil or relic), not even Rex Reed, in the entertainment criticism business than Tom Shales. If he didn’t have something to complain about, he would implode on himself like a black hole.
Tom Shales, like most critics, is irrelevant and pathetic. I suspect he knows this and hates himself. It is the easiest thing in the world to tear something down — snarky commentary, after all, only works in the negative. Eventually
Don’t fall into this trap, Nikki. There is nothing lower than an art critic. You’re a fine reporter, you don’t need to lower yourself to this crap.
i think you can see that your views on jon stewart are not shared by everybody, in fact most people here seemed to like jon stewart including myself.
his joke about the female or black president in the future was great!
you along with that douche shales have lost all your perspective. you are jaded to the ninth degree.
go and shoot some heroin to make up for the empty space in your life.
She was not far from wrong. She was pretty close to it.
Nikki, I love your scooping and visit the site daily, but your unrepentant cynicism doesn’t come across as anything valuable or worth reading, not even as good journalism. It just makes you look a little arrogant. There’s nothing wrong with being a cynic, but you’ve really let it poison your work lately, and especially since the strike ended.
I thought last night’s Oscars were quite enjoyable, if predictable (though when pretty much all the right people win, I can’t be bothered to complain), and a vast improvement over last year’s, which were just absolutely horrid.
As for the majority of America not having seen the nominated films? So what? Should Transformers have been up for Best Picture, then?
The amount of bad reasoning executed by both yourself and Tom Shales is hilarious. Shales basically blames the winners for the telecast. Why on earth would you more or less criticize Cotillard for winning? Do people watch the Oscars only to see favorites win? Oh, no, then the telecast becomes boring and predictable. Michael Clayton only winning one award? Wait a second, I thought that was one of the movies that no one in America had seen. And when do we stop holding the fact that most people haven’t seen the nominated films against the Academy, and start wondering why people don’t go out and see more movies? Is the public always right? Wasn’t this year’s strong slate of best-picture nominees worthy of widespread viewing?
What no one seems to understand is that the Oscars aren’t for the TV audience. It’s an industry award that millions of people just happen to watch. That anyone has expectations that the ceremony go out of its way to entertain us is silly. I watch the Oscars for one reason, by and large: because the winners (in all categories, even the boring “technical” ones) are generally touched and honored to be recognized by their peers, and their speeches usually reflect this emotion. I’ll remember lots from last night’s telecast–the speeches of Bardem and Cotillard, Day-Lewis and the people from Once, and Robert F. Boyle. There’s a hell of a lot more value in what they said than in any critic’s ideal of Hollywood meta-entertainment.
Tubby Tom Shales knows nothing about the Coen Brothers.
Marge Gunderson from Fargo is one of the most moral, humble, and upbeat protagonists in film history. And ultimately, the swinging POV of the story lands squarely in her lap. Good triumphs over evil at the core of this black comedy-tradedy.
The Coens don’t hate the world; they’re just not afraid to show us how crazy and convoluted so much of it is.
Best things of all?
No ABC bug on the screen.
No translucent text taking over the bottom half of the screen reminding me what show I am watching. Or reminding me to watch Lost. Or reminding me to watch Boston Public. Or that Raisin show.
No wild promos slinking across the screen and then morphing into other promos before exploding into tiny translucent bits which clump together to show the ABC logo.
No “dancing star” silhouettes flittering at the bottom of the screen, counting down the days to the next competition.
These make it 4 hours well-spent.
For that alone, I wouldn’t mind seeing the Oscars every week.
The only “clip” video moment worth hating was the “how they vote and how they tally the votes” documentoid. The clip parade of 80 years of winning movies was pretty good, except for the over-the-top-too-loud orchestration. The previous acting winners montage was full of edits that moved along quickly.
It was really poor that they gave short-shrift to some of the past hosts. Although it was nice to see Rob Lowe and Snow White.
Not only was it a dull show, but it’s like Sid Ganis, Gil Cates, and company said, “We paid for the fucking clips, we’re gonna show them!”
Take out every clip package, give every winner an extra minute to speak, and it would be a more eventful and REAL program.
And AGENTS in the Memoriam package!?! Some A-listers must have heard one whine too many from their handlers and sent some veiled threats about “clients not attending the show” unless agents were included.