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Here we are --- nearly at the last Sunday in February a/k/a “Oscar Night”.
As everyone knows by now, on Sunday evening in the Dolby Theater in Hollywood, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences will honor the best films (and their writers, directors, actors et al) of 2018 as they present the 91st annual Academy Awards.
Just like the rest of the country (and the globe), I don’t know who’s going to win. And, with the exception of the Best Actor and Best Original Song categories, I sorta don’t care.
Here’s why: the inevitable long-winded, agenda-driven, I-have-a-captive-audience-in-the-room-and-watching-on-TV, rage rant that has become synonymous with televised award thank you speeches.
Hard, hard eye roll, yo.
Um, yeah, I think I might just color my gray roots instead.
Please join me here earlier in the day on Sunday for my column: "Thanks Anyway, Oscars".
And you'll hear my rant about acceptance speech rants. Catch ya then!