I really love awards shows. In the past few weeks I’ve watched the Golden Globes, the SAGs, part of the Independent Spirit Awards, and last night the Oscars.
Last year I posted part of an acceptance speech that inspired me. This year I recorded the broadcast, but I couldn’t bring myself to fast forward through any of the speeches because I kept thinking of last year and how if I had fast forwarded through the Best Original Score category, I would have missed something pretty great.
Pretty great this year was when David Seidler won for Best Original Screenplay for The King’s Speech. He’s an older gentleman and when he got to the stage he had to ask Josh Brolin where the microphone was. And one of the first things he said was, “My father always said to me I would be a late bloomer. I believe I am the oldest person to win this particular award. I hope that record is broken quickly and often.”
He went on to mention his own struggle with a stammer. I think I loved his speech even more than Tom Hooper’s when he thanked his mom for making The King’s Speech happen.
After I finished watching I thought for a moment about why I love awards shows so much. I find myself smiling through most of the 3+ hours. If you haven’t placed monetary bets on the winners, most people agree that these shows of excess and ego are boring. So why do they leave me feeling so…good? I mean, I even love the In Memorium segment–honoring deceased people I usually have never heard of.
If I’m really honest with myself, the reason I love these Hollywood awards shows is because I think I’ll be there one day. I don’t particularly have a plan on how that will happen. And I won’t be bitter or resentful if it doesn’t happen. I don’t want to live a life of excess or ego or celebrity, but I do want to live a creative life and a passionate life. So, you know. Why not.