The theme of the 2013 Academy Awards was
music at the movies, and the show appropriately began with host Seth MacFarlane
performing a musical number of his own.
Less appropriate was the title of his
performance: “We Saw Your Boobs.” MacFarlane
proceeded to list off the names of actresses who have showed their breasts in
on-screen roles.
And not in a casual sense, mind you — the
nudity in Brokeback Mountain is hardly
something to mock Anne Hathaway for doing.
This was the lightest of many
misogynistic moments during the ceremony. During the same (lengthy) opening,
MacFarlane took jabs at eating disorders and domestic violence.
He made a crack at women who “got the
flu” prior to the event so they could fit into their dresses.
He drew parallels between “Django
Unchained” and an abusive relationship: “Django is a movie where a woman is
subjected to violence, or as we call it, a Chris Brown and Rihanna date movie,”
he said. He seemed a little uncomfortable afterward, telling the audience that
it was the rudest joke he had for the evening.
Later MacFarlane joked about Selma
Hayek’s accent, saying it was okay that the audience wouldn’t understand her
because she is pretty.
To be fair, this crack extended to Javier
Bardem, although abandoning gender for race seems hardly seems like an
improvement in the entertainment department.
The offensive humor sometimes
overshadowed the high points of the show. Musical numbers included Catherine
Zeta-Jones performing “All That Jazz” and Jennifer Hudson doing a song from Dreamgirls.
Women dominated these interludes, proving
that MacFarlane’s disparaging comments had little basis in reality.
The ceremony dragged, running over three
hours. Best actress went to Jennifer Lawrence for her role in Silver Linings Playbook. She stumbled
over her wide skirt while walking up the stairs but laughed it off once
onstage.
Daniel Day-Lewis won best actor for his
role in Lincoln, an award so expected
that Meryl Streep didn’t bother to pause for suspense when she announced it.
And Argo
took home the best picture award. It was a justified nod of recognition for Ben
Affleck, who was left out of the best director nominations.
MacFarlane closed the show with Kristen
Chenoweth, singing a song dedicated to the night’s losers. It took a direct
shot at Quvenzhané Wallace who, at age nine, probably didn’t need to be mocked.
It was a classless end to a classless evening.
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