The Times' own Lili von Shtupp, Stephen Holden, owns up to Oscar-season ennui, owing in no small part to the tedious trend toward sabermetrics and attendant handicapping opportunities that accompanies an ever-spiraling-outward array of preliminary plaudits.
...the Academy Awards are becoming as overrun with statistical calculation as baseball.
The glaring problem facing the Oscars is that when you have too many contests, one on top of the other, they begin to cancel each other out. The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, which hands out the statues, has tried to ease the problem by shortening the season in the last couple of years, moving its ceremony to late February from a customary slot in late March. But relentless campaigning still yields grueling political elections without much surprise. A collective yawn has begun to rise.
Yo, Steve, man. I feel ya. Be strong.
Here I stand, the goddess of desire / Set men on fire / I have this power. /
Morning, noon, and night, it's dwink and dancing / Some quick womancing / And then a shower. /
Stage door Johnnies constantly suwwound me / They always hound me, with one wequest. /
Who can satisfy their lustful habits? / I'm not a wabbit. / I need some west.
Amen to that.
