Still, as aging movie brats Francis Ford Coppola, George Lucas, and Steven Spielberg strong-armed the stage at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion last night, I wondered for a brief moment what in the hell they'd do if someone other than Martin Scorsese won Best Director.
Here's what the littlest Oscar winner told Variety:
His three longtime pals George Lucas, Stephen [sic] Spielberg and Francis Ford Coppola startled him as they came onstage. "It was an extraordinary moment when the three of them came out and gave me a look. Particularly in that 10-12 years from the '70s to the early '80s, we worked together. It was like a private film school. I just went up to San Francisco to see Francis and his new film, at George's new theater. To see them come out and give me a look before they opened the envelope, was a real surprise."
[It probably took you twice as long to read that as it did Scorsese to rattle it off.]
The cinetrix hopes that Mr. Scorsese* had a lovely time last night--the 'Fesser and I threw a smashing bash in his honor--and that having finally nabbed the gold guy, he didn't wake up this morning singing this song .
*Fuck all y'all who call the man "Marty." He's old enough to be your nonno. Respect!