A day before Oscar Sunday, I had the once in a lifetime opportunity to attend one of the many luxury style lounges that many celebrities are only fortunate to attend.
It takes a lot of courage to make a statement about current society, especially when the criticism could be equated to biting the hand that feeds you.
I cheered Alfonso Cuarón and Emmanuel Lubezki's historic Oscar wins because of their talent and our shared cultural heritage. But I also realize that they don't reflect the experiences of American Latinos.
What is beyond the performances, costumes, and music? As they say in real estate: location, location, location.
In his book, Brown Sugar: Over One Hundred Years of America's Black Female Superstars, Black film historian Donald Bogle rhapsodized, "With a wink ...
The day after, all anyone could talk about was how we was "robbed." There's only one problem with this: It's absolutely not true.
Alfonso's harsh family and personal and professional circumstances were very similar to those of that woman in space. Physical and metaphysical garbage, waste from fear, greed, ignorance -- and many of those elements of the sublime and putrid within the film industry lined up like missiles that hit his ship.
One man said, "Would you rather keep the Oscar statue or get a blow job from any actress in the first three rows?"
I've realized that this is one of the most profound examples of the importance of the proverbial traveler's journey.
My heart sank when Cate Blanchett won the Academy Award for Woody Allen's "Blue Jasmine." Undeniably, Blanchett was masterful in her role; but in hon...
I won't dispute the fine work that McConaughey and Leto did in Dallas Buyers Club, but I can't shake the feeling that their intentions as artists were more about winning Oscars and less about telling the story of people dying from AIDS.
In all, the show was no enormous shame, a few good jokes, no great shocks. But the program did its job. It honored those who labored long and hard in the film industry this past year. And maybe that's all we should expect.
As a busy mom of three who just finished writing a book, I had little time to watch all the best picture nominated movies so I have been speed-watching what I can this last week. It is amazing what movies can teach us and make us come to terms with.
Tonight's Academy Awards ceremony marks the end of a week of predictions about which films will take home a coveted Oscar. Myself, I'm rooting for Philomena, because it just doesn't get much better than Steve Coogan, Judi Dench and Stephen Frears all in one place. Yet if I had to put money it, I'd bet that the celeb who will be most chatted about on Monday won't be one of those three, nor Leo DiCaprio or Sandy Bullock, for that matter. My $50 is on Toronto Mayor Rob Ford being the talk of Tinseltown after attending the Oscars and appearing on Jimmy Kimmel Live! the next evening. Hollywood has never been known for nuance.
This was a week of expansion and contraction. Equal rights were allowed to continue expanding in Arizona, where Governor Jan Brewer vetoed an anti-gay bill masquerading as a "religious freedom" bill, and in Texas, where a federal judge ruled the state's gay marriage ban unconstitutional. Meanwhile, the Treasury Department announced that the deficit had shrunk to its smallest level since 2008 -- although the victory here is less clear, since the byproduct of deficit cutting in the middle of an ongoing recession has been prolonged unemployment and slow growth. The idea that government spending should contract at the same time the overall economy does is an American Hustle not worthy of an award. More entertaining will be seeing whether the cinematic American Hustle will triumph tonight -- or whether the Best Picture Oscar will go to fellow front-runners Gravity and 12 Years a Slave. My own prediction for a big win: Ellen.