Nobody likes a good movie more than I do. Ditto for a good television series. I have tremendous respect for the talent it takes to create a film like Gravity, for instance, which I thought was fantastic. But every time a Hollywood award show airs, I wonder if the apocalypse can be far behind.
I mean, where else can you see so many bad outfits and hairdos, so much false humility, so many pointless interviews, and so many calculated expressions of profanity. Yes, I said “calculated.” You’ll never convince me that the “oops” moments that send the censors scrambling to hit the mute button aren’t preplanned. These actors are not stupid. They know very well that a “slip-up” will get them even more attention the following day.
But the feature I saw following the Golden Globes that disgusted me most was the one that catalogued the shots of the faces of the nominees when they realized they didn’t win. Apparently, it was someone’s job to film the tight-lipped, forced smiles of the losers.
Hollywood award shows are messed up on so many levels.
But in fairness, I can’t think of an award ceremony that isn’t. In case you haven’t noticed, there is no bigger brouhaha than the one surrounding the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame voting. And often we find ourselves scratching our heads over the Nobel Prize recipients. Even the New York Times acknowledged that President Obama’s peace prize in 2009 could be considered puzzling.
When I think about human awards and accolades, I can’t help thinking of the hymn, The Old Rugged Cross. It says:
So I’ll cling to the old rugged cross till my trophies at last I lay down…
Indeed, we will all lay down our trophies some day. We’ll stand before God empty-handed and he will not ask how many Golden Globes or MVP awards or peace prizes we won. I pity the poor person who stands before God and has nothing but a worldly trophy to show for his time on earth.
What was it Jesus said? “The last will be first, and the first will be last.” (Matthew 20:16)