Wednesday, March 02, 2011 at 9:33 pm | Posted by McGarmott
Bored. Not taking it seriously. Tweeting all night throughout the show. Stoner-look. Seemingly looking over your shoulder and not paying attention.
Some of the descriptive phrases used in mention of James Franco's hosting style at this year's Academy Awards ceremony. It was a fairly disappointing night, not just because the choice of award winners sucked (I'm looking at you, Best Animated Feature, Best Picture, Best Original Song, Best Director ...), but also because the choice of programmes seemed to have indicated that the choice of hiring Franco and Hathaway in order to stoke the interest of the younger generation for the Oscars had merely been a pretense. Why else have them if you're gonna spend the whole time harkening back to the so-called glorious black and white, golden classic film era, talking about the history of sound and music in cinema, bringing up Bob Hope, then calling up Billy Crystal (love havin' ya Billy, btw)?
And then there's Franco. It looked as if he really wasn't enjoying much being there, and pundits were calling it out majorly.
And then it occurred to me. Perhaps someone has written this already in some newspaper or blog somewhere – in fact, someone must have.
Franco was being young and hip. By choosing to reveal the younger generation's uncensored attitudes and feelings towards Oscar shows nowadays.