So last night the Oscars was broadcast last night on American TV.
When I was a child, the Oscars was everything. Loved the pomp and circumstance, the red carpet gowns, the suspense, the thrill of winning an award, etc. Got so wrapped up in the Hollywood fantasy. It was a world me and you could never touch, but despite this, it symbolized that dreams do come true.
I couldn’t care less.
Perhaps it’s due to the declining quality of American mainstream releases. Don’t get me wrong. I still love the cinema. The ritual of going to the actual theater still is more appealing than catching a film a year later on Netflix. Unfortunately the cons are outweighing the pros. Ticket prices in NYC are so expensive. My latest preference is the Alamo Drafthouse in Brooklyn. If you get up at the crack of dawn, you can catch an early matinee in Times Square. With cheap matinee tickets comes the risk bringing home bed bugs. No thank you.
There’s a reason why people “Netflix and chill.”
As I’ve become much more selective in where I purchase my film tickets, something else happened to me recently. On Facebook I had posted an article relating to #metoo. Somehow a certain film director’s mother who just happened to be on my Facebook friend list became furious that I had re-posted the article. She blasted me online. A case of shooting the messenger rather than the source. When she asked me who was I, my response was something like ‘I don’t know – you were the one who had sent me the friends request a few months ago…you should know.’ Thus I was promptly blocked.
So after a few laughs, we looked up her name on IMDb. Turns out she was the mother of a famous film director. More incredibly, I was a fan of that particular director. Now every time I come across one of his films, I’m going to think about that exchange with his mom. ‘Tis a small world after all. That was some straight up TMZ shit right there.
Anyway. Here’s the Psycho Bunny sketch of The Week.
So if you want to curse me out, which I kind of like, don’t recommend, you can go to either one of my two Facebook pages – Psycho Bunny and Michele Witchipoo – WitchesBrewPress. There’s Twitter, my own account and Psycho Bunny. There’s also Tumblr and Instagram. Eventually I will have to fix my website so you can all order my comics and pretend I’m not such an unknown cartoonist. At least give me the illusion. Cheers.