I know, I know. Oscars Schmoscars. Are you tired of hearing about them yet? Me too. Kind of. But just read one more. Please?
My post last week about Meryl, Bow down to greatness, oh Meryl, I’m betting on you, was my ode to her career. Her last trip up the Oscar steps to receive the statue was 30 years ago.
So don’t gripe that she always wins. She doesn’t. She’s always NOMINATED.
Vegas, all the online polls, and the Red Carpet polls had predicted Viola Davis to win. She was wonderful in The Help. She was outstanding and probably had the role of her career. Every one of those women nominated in that category should have won. They were fabulous-Michelle, Glenn, Rooney, Viola, Meryl—- it was a talentgasm.
But sorry Viola- the night belonged to Meryl.
She even wore a gold dress to foreshadow her best accessory. Just like I said, she wore little makeup, swept up her hair, and threw on a dress, and looked fabulous.
So I just want to say, you are welcome Meryl. I put it out there in the universe that you should win. And you did. Your acceptance speech was brilliant too. I wouldn’t expect anything less.