JetUNsetter

Get the pop corn out! Grab your seats! It is the Oscars tonight!

Americans obviously make a spectacular show out of it, as they are the masters to it. It is so good, so tempting, so shinny, so cool that people in different time zones across the globe contemplate watching it in the middle of the night or too early in the day or you name it.

What is it that we like so much about movies? I was thinking about the word “movies”. And concluded that is the core of it. It is the moving pictures that move us. Either move us to see another world we will never experience, or move something inside us and experience a drama, a joy, a question we would otherwise not realise it was there inside us or we cared about. Moves us to lose ourselves into a pair of eyes we will never actually meet but feels great to imagine we are looked at.

There is a show, there is a money game, there is a glass ceiling to this industry, there is talent, there is art, there is mastery and skilfulness all blended in a business no other business can beat.

This is so much so in the acceptance speeches. Not sure if these are rehearsed, canned or whether those giving them are still acting when they reach to out hearts but this is it. We are moved again. This acceptance moment even makes the magic relatable. Some gorgeous, skilful person is sitting there, almost easy to reach, vulnerable telling us the magic can be fathomed and the even experienced in a tiny bite.

I know many people and myself included, we secretly wish we find ourselves there. In front of the happiest audience with millions tuned in from accross the globe and millions more to watch on YouTube, saying thanks to mum and dad and any other person in our lives worth mentioning.

I am moved. I will grab my popcorn tonight, lose myself in the magic, enjoy the show and think of the perhaps not so shinny, slim or blue eyed but still extremely gorgeous and wonderful people in my life I want to thank and whom I would mention in my acceptance speech…. I don’t much care to make sense of this one… I have no idea why these people chose to love me but I am extremely thankful. Sense is not relevant in art? Nor in love?