And the Award Goes To?
BY CANDY SPELLING
I used to dread Hollywood’s awards season. I was happy for my husband when he was nominated for a People’s Choice or Golden Globe Award, except that meant we had to go to the ceremony. Darn. He felt the same way. When he was deciding to retire, one of the benefits he listed was “no more mandatory attendance at awards shows.”
We always enjoyed staying home or visiting with friends and watching awards shows. No one we knew actually wanted to attend. If someone wasn’t nominated or presenting (or getting a lifetime award), he or she didn’t attend. The shows always assured enough people would be nominated, and then have to show up, to warrant photo spreads in the trades and PEOPLE.
It’s much more fun sitting home analyzing clothes, jewelry, hosts, comedians, acceptance speeches and posture. You can’t do that in person. Besides, there’s always the fear of someone else having the same dress, shoes, jewelry and/or purse and then the shame of being pictured next to someone thirty years younger with readers asked to vote on who looks better. (Aaron taught me early to have specially-designed “awards show clothes” to avoid this pitfall. It was also a reference on “Dynasty” once.)
People think Hollywood moguls (and their wives) are well-mannered, just like those Cary Grant and Fred Astaire types of sophisticated people in movies in the 1940s. Nah.
I wondered if awards shows were more appealing or fun today. In my glee as the 2010 SAG, DGA, HFPA, Grammys and other shows were fading into history — and no one expected me to go — I realized that maybe some of the younger stars and executives actually wanted to attend the shows. Maybe Aaron and I had been the exception. Perhaps my assumption was wrong, and people really did love awards shows. In retrospect, he did seem to enjoy the Emmy Awards the two times he won. Audiences certainly appreciate awards shows. Why else would they stand outside and scream during the arrivals?