I’m not much for the Oscars
But I don’t usually watch the show.
My impression is that it’s too precious by a mile, too self-indulgent, too ignorantly political, too hive-like.
But my family talked me into it, so there we were.
Who doesn’t love Ellen?
Right after Ellen took the mega selfie—and right before Twitter crashed—I snagged her tweet and posted it on Facebook:
Do you know what I liked about this picture?
It’s not filled with pampered, self-indulgent stars, but with real people. Ordinary, every day people.
There’s a sweetness to Ellen that permeates whatever crowd she’s hanging in.
I wonder if they like Ellen because hanging with her is a reminder of who they really are.
I loved the bit where she added the thousands of years of cumulative acting experience represented in the audience.
And the cumulative three years of college.
And they laughed. Even the ones with Yale Drama School degrees.
This was after she told them how “special” they all were.
Multi-layered greatness in these bits.
And then there was the pizza guy.
Who wouldn’t have wanted to be him?
Wasn’t it fun watching celebrities with access to unbelievable buffets this very night, grabbing pizza and chowing down in their fancy dresses and handmade tuxes?
Not for everybody, I guess
I couldn’t believe remarks from most of my Twitter friends (at least the ones who actually tweeted an opinion on Ellen).
“Self-indulgent,” “not her best night,” “mean,” “what ever happened to edginess?” “winging it,” “too much time in the audience.”
The best one was “self-indulgent.”
Second best was “too much time in the audience.”
To me, that was the best part. Making it about the audience, both the stars sitting in it (this was, after all, their night), and the real audience, the ordinary people at home who make nights like this possible.
I thought it was awesome, but as I headed to work the morning after, I seriously wondered why I had a different take from so many of my Twitter friends.
A contrarian view: I found the Oscars very entertaining last night. Especially the parts with Ellen. #AllAloneInTheTwitterverse
— Charles Flemming (@ChasFlemming) March 3, 2014
Shortly after I got to work, I passed by one of the managers’ desks.
A woman was asking the manager, “Did you watch the Oscars?”
“It was so cool. Ellen Degeneres took this amazing picture, and she ordered pizza, and brought the pizza guy out into the audience and the stars all…”
The universe felt right again.
So did I. I felt ordinary. And it was a good feeling.