Only one more day until the
Academy Awards, Hollywood's annual 3½-hour orgy of fatuous self-congratulation.
I know wherof I speak because I
grew up in Beverly Hills, a place where, as Oscar Levant said, "Strip the
phony tinsel off Hollywood, and you'll find the real tinsel underneath."
I went to school with a lot of kids
whose parents were in "the industry," as it's called, including
Levant's daughter Amanda and Groucho Marx's daughter Melissa.
It was Melissa he was referring to
when he penned his famous reply to the Brentwood Country Club, which
blackballed him from membership because he was Jewish.
"My daughter is
half-Jewish," he wrote. "Would it be all right if she only went in
the swimming pool up to her waist?"
To me, the biggest joke of the Oscars
is that people think they have anything to do with merit. They do not. They're
all about who has the most effective marketing campaign.
Otherwise, how do you explain
"The Greatest Show On Earth," a Cecil B. DeMille clunker about circus
life that was stunningly boring, even by DeMille's depressed standards, winning
in 1951 when "Singin' In The Rain," the greatest movie musical ever
made, wasn't even nominated?
Or "In The Heat Of The
Night" beating "Bonnie And Clyde" in 1967, "Rocky"
beating "Taxi Driver" in 1976, or "Ordinary People" beating
"Raging Bull" in 1980?
But sometimes even the best hype
doesn't work. In 1960 Chill Wills, best known as the voice of Francis the
Talking Mule, hired legendary publicist W.S. "Bow Wow" Wojciechowicz
to run his best supporting actor campaign for his role in "The
Alamo."
Bow Wow ran full-page ads in the
trade papers listing every member of the Academy, along with a picture of Wills
and the words, "Win, lose or draw, you're all my cousins and I love you
all."
This prompted Groucho Marx to run
his own ad: "Dear Mr. Chill Wills, I am delighted to be your cousin, but I
voted for Sal Mineo."
(P.S. They both lost to Peter
Ustinov.)
But every once in a while a moment
of honest human emotion sneaks its way into the ceremony, as it did in 1977,
when William Holden and Barbara Stanwyck were about to present the Oscar for
best sound.
Holden announced, "Before
Barbara and I present the next award, I'd like to say something. Thirty-nine
years ago this month, we were working on a film together called 'Golden Boy.' It
wasn't going well, and I was going to be replaced. But due to this lovely human
being and her interest and understanding and her professional integrity and,
above all, her generosity, I'm here tonight."
Stanwyck could only gasp, "Oh,
Bill!" And the two old friends embraced.
Holden died in 1981. A few months
later, Stanwyck – one of many great actors who never won an Oscar - was on
stage at the Academy Awards to receive an honorary statuette for her lifetime's
work.
"A few years ago, I stood on
this stage with William Holden as a presenter," she said. "I loved him very much and I miss
him. He always wished that I would get an Oscar."
Raising the statuette over her head
as her eyes brimmed with tears, she exclaimed, "And so tonight, my golden
boy, you've got your wish!"
1 comment:
Great column! Barbara Stanwyk was such a gem (Bill Holden, too, for that matter) and just reading about that exchange got my welled up. And you couldn't have chosen a better example of crappy Best Picture winners than "The Greatest Show on Earth." Made a point to watch it once when I was sick in bed and it was so atrociously dull that I got up and Googled it to make sure there weren't two movies with the same title. As usual, you weave great background and pithy anecdotes around serious insights. Love this blog!
Vicki
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