back to life, back to reality: not your average oscar post

dear readers,

i went to a oscar party last night with some salga heads at comix, a laugh spot in the meatpacking district. one of the hats i wear: i’m a nyu film head. and i got that good oscar commentary, that good shit. like, hooray for the horror montage! i love you more than rainbows baby? we LOVE you too. and, my red carpet reflection: isn’t america stunning, peacock pretty, and increasingly self conscious of itself, sucking in its belly, in rented ware, fake laughing, make-up caked over the war, you can tell by all that pomp, all that pus, we gotta push, dig deeper, to get/back to life.

roopa’s oscar reflections:

1. Generational Rifts: everyone talking a lot about age and youth, making digs, i’m like age gracefully, please be proud to still be alive, so we can continue to strive too. make room and pave the paths too. step aside so we can glide too.

2. Mic Wrecks: so we all saw that white woman grab the mic from the black man and act a wreck. is she gonna need to apologize on jay letterman? is public opinion going to turn on her like it has turned on kanye and lil mama? i thinks not. why not?

3. Celebrity is a Vulture: all that glitter all them dresses, folks sure did look nice. but at what price? do we even understand the effect of celebrity culture on our societal minds? what does it mean for us to believe that there are people worth more than we are.

4. Zoe’s Dress: okay, given that, zoe’s dress was so fabulous. the tiers of contrasting purples until it hit black, oh my gods, how fly!!

5. Samuel L. Jackson Ain’t All That: mo’nique accepts the well deserved award (she played the hell out of that role, even if you do think the academy shouldn’t award such protrayals of black women) and the “neutral” camera flashes to sam jackson’s dismissive face. lords have mercy, what kind of social divisive shit was that/was not accidental/was not cool/was not surprising.

6. Blue Dress Crew: I like how all the Precious folks wore they blue dresses, go girls!

7. Why is America Still Afraid of Being Smart: the casual comments about what “those scientists do” to make our movie going experience shine, and about cinematography being all heady makes me wonder how to integrate art with intellect when there are so few mass appeal folks encouraging such integration.

8. I heart John Hughes, “You will be happy. You just won’t know it.”: How prophetic and self reflexive, I mean, isn’t that the perfect subtitle for some of those moments on the red carpet? Hughes’s film, The Breakfast Club helped me tap into suburban angst, it gave me a way to clash in the school institutions, it showed me models of how to be in this society. So. Crucial. The montage of his work ended with a mesmerizing clip of a conversation between Kevin Bacon and Alec Baldwin, they are in the fly 80’s grey tuxedos, sitting in a convertible, about happiness: “Am I going to be happy,” asks Kevin Bacon. “You will be happy,” replies Baldwin, “you just won’t know it.” And ain’t that the plague of the rich.

more to come. but before i leave:

i’m on that soul to soul medicine this morning. remember back to life? me and my girl keisha i did a dance to that song for a talent show in the 7th grade, challenger junior high school in mira mesa california. there are so many nice things about choreography and dance but one of the best is that you get so familiar with the music, it enters your bones like marrow and you let it. you gotta hear it over and over, know it, so so well. i remember back to life like i remember you.

love,
roopa

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