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FUCK NO.
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If you can find leather with a more supple drape I’d like to see it, hippie burlap lover!
You’re too kind. Literally too kind, since if anything I’m lazier than the average Hollywooder. I find clapping physically uncomfortable, and it soon gets painful to me (maybe I’m doing it wrong). So I dole out my claps with careful deliberation. I’m among the last to start (unless the moment is particularly important to my beliefs and enthusiasms and/or people I love), and among the first to stop, and I’m really reluctant to join a standing ovation unless it’s genuinely well-earned (which, to my mind, is and should be rare).
I wish I liked applauding more, since I dislike being so stingy. I try to make up for it by being a generous tipper, and supporting the arts whenever my wallet allows. And smiling enthusiastically at the cast/bandmembers/honorees on the stage. I’d whistle except for two reasons: never learned how to whistle loudly, plus I’m averse to becoming That Guy.
But clapping? That’s for these guys:
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Even the grandest Hollywood Stars respect their crew, especially in public. In my experience they tend to be intelligent enough to recognise that without a huge crew they would be a big fat nothing on screen. Of course there are a few rare assholes, who treat everyone, even in public, as their precious ego’s servants. But it’s not really a good look even if you are a superstar. Arseholes exist in all walks of lives, but in my experience there are considerably rarer among successful film people than bankers.
My husband works in the film industry, and if anything, I am continuously surprised how shy and friendly most stars are, admittedly those I have encountered are UK based, but there is a lot of cross over. At the core these are creative people, wanting to make their mark on the world.
The industry and the money men are a different matter, but they don’t tend to sit in the isle seats. It would be a pretty stupid actor who is rude to a costume designer, who is pretty crucial to their image.
In my book this is far more of a sign how deceptive canned images are in capturing the experience of the moment. Would love to hear Jenny Beavan’s version of events–but most likely people were just exhausted after hours of clapping, and were not expecting to be filmed. The bloody thing lasts all night and people were ready for the party or to hide under the duvet–depending on their success.
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Go to church naked, just like God intended.
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Yeah, but at the Oscars, you’ve got this huge hall slowly being traversed by filmmakers who are half-drunk, tripping on their gowns and staggering around in high heels, each taking longer than that, repeated 24 times, every year with extra awards shows on top of that. I think I’d lose the will to live, not to mention the will to clap…
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Nothing on television is accidental. Nothing.
It’s most likely #10.
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So which one of those non-clapping idling aislers was you?
I don’t go to the Oscars. I haven’t worked on a feature since 1992, the last feature I worked on was Encino Man, and the only other one was Sleepwalkers. The only Oscar in the house is inherited, and it’s likely to stay that way, so I don’t expect an invite to the Dolby Theater anytime soon.
Hell, I barely got to go to the Emmys. And I was a light clapper even then. Seriously, it hurts.
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