I watched the Oscars last night for the same reason I usually do: the clothes.
I have less and less to say as time goes on about this particular tasteless attempt at extravaganza. And the seamless morphing of entertainment and politics represented by Michelle Obama’s remotely presenting the Oscar for Best Picture no longer has the capacity to surprise me in the least.
So I’ll just stick to the fashion (which of course is not irrelevant to the larger issues of culture and politics) and remark that almost all of the starlets (is that still proper word?) had donned their strapless gowns minus the necklaces that would have adorned the long bare stretch between cleavage and head. This creates an odd, unfinished, unglamorous look, as though their dresses were only just now being tried on for the very first time. In line with that, for quite a few, their hair looked about the way it must when they get out of bed in the morning.
Here’s an example (actually, one of the more attractive ones) of the Look from Jennifer Aniston:
I just don’t get it. But then, there are lots of things I just don’t get these days.
Oh, and one more thing: as a woman grows older, it seems she has a choice between looking old but normal and old but weird. The first comes from undisturbed aging, the second from the shoring-up efforts of cosmetic surgery.
[NOTE: If you think I’m exaggerating about the banning of the necklace, take a look at how few were in evidence.
And then there’s Jennifer Lawrence, who wore her necklace backwards.]