One is the loneliest number
One of the least involving or distinguished Oscar ceremonies in memory is over. And everyone is rushing to point out what was so very bad about every aspect of it. Some of it's deserved criticism, some just catty and pointless.
But I must take issue with Television Without Pity's condemnation of Hilary Swank's intro, highlighting the sex of last year's Best Director: "Really? We're still singling Kathryn Bigelow out for being a female director? What year is it, again, Oscars?"
I'll answer that. It's just one short year after a female director finally won that award. After 82(!) straight years of men winning the damn thing. So, why mention it? Maybe to prevent such a staggering drought from happening again.
Better yet, to prod this year's Academy voters toward the realization that Winter's Bone and The Kids Are All Right didn't direct themselves into Best Picture Nominees. In fact, for my money (a paltry sum to be sure), Lisa Cholodenko should have won.
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