"For a while you get mad, then you get over it," says funnyman Robin Williams, Academy Awards presenter censored by the guardians of Hollywood "virtue." [Drudge Report Flash 2005]
"They're afraid of saying Olive Oyl is anorexic. It tells you about the state of humor," says Robin Williams, commenting on "the" Academy's squelching of his proposed schtick at the Oscars show tonight. From a Drudge exclusive:
Williams, the presenter of the Academy Award for best animated feature, decided last week that his one minute on stage would be a prime time to lampoon a conservative critic, James C. Dobson, whose group Focus on the Family last month criticized the cartoon character SpongeBob SquarePants [blogged here just the other day as one of our blog totems] for appearing in a video about tolerance that the group called "pro-homosexual."
As we blogged recently, SpongeBob happens to be in the asexual phase of his poriferan lifecycle. Homosexuals need not apply. But beyond all the silliness, Robin Williams gets the big picture right, and it's nothing new.
You know what? Our favorite movie ever -- at the time, 1966, just before we became the heroine, center stage, of our own love story -- was the French masterpiece "A Man and a Woman," so honest and true compared to most of the other stuff out there at the time (we'd probably hate it today, although, who knows?). At this point in life, "Moonstruck" is our number one fave romantic movie. It says so much more -- about every stage of life -- with much less frontal nudity.
Hollywood -- with its larger-than-life excesses alternating between full frontal nudity and pelvic thrusting between shameless consenting adults, and separate beds and airborne kisses between modest married adults -- is just like us, only more so. It's the American dream writ large. You can't live with it, and you can't live without it. As the grandfather in "Moonstruck" tells a confused Danny Aiello's Johnny Cammareri when he realizes his fiancée -- Cher's Loretta Castorini -- is going to marry his brother and not him, "Come. Have some champagne. You're a member of the family now." Or, better yet, as Loretta Castorini tells Nicholas Cage's Ronnie Cammareri, with a slap, "Snap out of it!"