This year’s Academy Awards was a bit of a bore, and I didn’t make it through to the end. Why bother watching? It’s a tradition (87th), and it’s a rare specimen, of sorts, of the elegance that had its place in society before the ‘70’s said “blue jeans for everyone.” I also enjoy the In Memoriam segment, not to be maudlin, but to appreciate what people accomplished but also in a generational sense.
I watched plenty of old movies when I was a kid, but I never really focused on the celebrities involved. Through the years, the In Memorium segment was a reminder of an earlier generation. Old People. People my parents grew up watching.
In this and recent years, that can’t be said any more. Lauren Becall, Mickey Rooney, Louis Jourdan – old timers. I liked their work, but without any emotional tie in. James Garner – shared, thanks to “The Rockford Files.” Robin Williams? Definitely my generation, but with a sizable asterisk that leaves me shaking my head more than feeling a loss.
But, Leonard Nimoy, dead at 83. He’s certainly old enough for my parents generation, but his popularity was fully within mine. This kind of thing is going to start hurting.