The Oscars Welcome Back Billy Crystal
For me, the 80's and 90's were like the Golden Age of Cinema. (Don't freak out, I went to film school, I'm familiar with all the classics, but c'mon...Heathers, Pump Up The Volume, Running on Empty, When Harry Met Sally, The Princess Bride, Parenthood, Pretty Woman...I mean those are some effing great flicks.)
It was also a time when, perhaps most importantly to my exposure to Hollywood in my formative years, Billy Crystal (or occasionally Whoopi Goldberg dressed as Queen Elizabeth) hosted the Oscars every spring.
To me, Billy represents a Hollywood that was more accessible and less accessed. A time before tabloid over-saturation and celebrity for celebrity's sake (okay, except maybe for Angelyne, but she was awesome) - a time when Entertainers entertained and then we all went back to giving a f*ck about our own lives for a change. I know, I know...I'm feeling very crotchedy myself.
So when the man himself sent ripples through the twitterverse yesterday afternoon with the following 140:
...you can better your bottom that I was psyched as hell.
I agree with Megan 100% - Eddie Murphy is an incredible performer, and I have no doubt he would have given a heck of a show, but I can't wait to see what the polished, one two punch of Billy Crystal and Socket-Hair Grazer come up with.
...Especially in the wake of James Franco and the Pineapple Express laying waste to last year's stage (although it was a whole different kind of entertaining, wasn't it?)
And now, I leave you with Funny or Die sensation: WHEN HARRY MET SALLY 2