(Toledo, OH) Given the fact that so many millions of Americans - joined by millions more around the world - watch the Academy Awards, I feel a bit left out the day after the Oscars are handed out. I have never watched much of a single presentation of the Academy Awards, I have stayed away from the last decade or so of shows, and I likely never will bother to watch the Oscars again.
It's not for a lack of interest in cinematography that I avoid this awards show, and I really don't have an axe to grind against the ostentatious displays of the Hollywood elite.
OK, I admit, the material excesses of these celebrities do offend my sensibilities, but that's not the reason I skip the Oscars. The bottom line for me is that I find the shows boring, and even the presence of glib hosts like Billy Crystal or Ellen DeGeneres can't keep my attention from drifting.
I also have little use for the insider mentalité of most of the proceedings. I will never be a part of that incestuous realm, and watching members of these Hollywood cliques pat themselves on the back gets old. Fast.
I save my appreciation for the art of cinematography for a night out to the theater, or by renting a particular film. I share my opinions about the relative merits of a film with friends or with a blog post.
But I will never find much use for the self-congratulatory exercise in public narcissism that is the Oscar ceremonies, and I suppose I will always be such a curmudgeonly misfit in this regard.