So, the Oscars happened. And the moment everyone knew was coming happened. Yes, Anne Hathaway won Best Supporting Actress for her portrayal of a malnourished sex worker that gets an unfortunate hair cut. Yawn.
There are many reasons why I don't think she should have won. First, Les Mis is the stuff my dreams are made of. France, revolution, love story, the belief that humans can stand up to the corruption of government. And it's a musical. Only the luckiest of people on earth get to act, sing and dance for a living.
And this is why it is so personally offensive to me. Musical theater is hard. Really hard. You have to be able to sing the proper notes, on key, and to the proper rhythm while acting AND dancing. That's why not everyone can do it. But I assure you that ALL of these components are vital. Miss one of those things and the performance is crap.
Or those were the rules I thought applied. But apparently, if you lose 25 pounds (and constantly remind people of this fact while simultaneously "refusing to speak about it"- including last night from the red carpet), cut your hair and then as a throw-away afterthought in your acceptance speech mention that women shouldn't have to be sex workers, the world will throw accolades your way.
And if this is the case, shouldn't anyone who loses a large amount of weight and has a haircut and a SAG card get an Oscar? If that's the case, we better start nominating every female who has ever been on the Biggest Loser.
Bam! Truth bombs!
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