There’s no long, drawn-out pageant. No endless string of speeches from people we don’t really care about. No dopey musical numbers. SAG is all about actors, and it’s by far my favorite awards show every year.
Mary Tyler Moore’s lifetime achievement award was well-deserved. She seemed a bit shaky during her acceptance speech (after an almost too-cheerful introduction by Dick Van Dyke), but I read in The New York Times over the weekend that her diabetes has been debilitating and her eyesight has been affected.
The television awards were a repeat of last year, so I wasn’t all that interested. Surely someone is doing good work on the small screen besides Alec Baldwin? And while I enjoy Jessica Lange’s acting, her face lift is just downright scary.
I loved the presentation of the nominated films (SAG’s equivalent of Best Picture is Best Ensemble Cast). Especially funny were the ladies from “Bridesmaids” and their drinking game every time they mentioned the name “Scorsese.”
Even Meryl Streep’s intro of the “dead people tribute” was moving. (Can she do no wrong? Answer: no.)
While I was thrilled that “The Artist” took a Best Actor award for its French star, I was even more excited that Viola Davis trumped Streep, Williams and Close for Best Actress and that “The Help” nabbed the big prize.
The film has been practically ignored by critics’ groups in the run-up to the Oscars, so SAG’s recognition adds more intrigue to the proceedings. Plus I really liked the movie.
And now it’s on to the Academy Awards in two weeks. I hope Billy Crystal will bring the magic.