OSCAR WEEK 2014: Dreaming in Gold
Once upon a time, a boy dreamed of winning an Oscar. He wrote and
wrote and wrote. Fingers numb and calloused as he searched for the perfect
combination of words that created the scenes that would ultimately build a
story that could be made into movie that would move the soul.
This movie would
go on to limp through the box office race, yet be critically acclaimed and
eventually get a big publicity push and receive an Academy Award nomination for
best screenplay.
Eventually, a majority of the Academy voters—comprised mostly of Caucasians
(94%) and males (77%)—would select the little script and the boy’s name would engraved in the envelope called during the live ABC telecast from the
Dolby Theater.
wrote and wrote. Fingers numb and calloused as he searched for the perfect
combination of words that created the scenes that would ultimately build a
story that could be made into movie that would move the soul.
This movie would
go on to limp through the box office race, yet be critically acclaimed and
eventually get a big publicity push and receive an Academy Award nomination for
best screenplay.
Eventually, a majority of the Academy voters—comprised mostly of Caucasians
(94%) and males (77%)—would select the little script and the boy’s name would engraved in the envelope called during the live ABC telecast from the
Dolby Theater.
Yes, a Media Guy can dream. As a matter of fact, dreaming on the red carpet would make an excellent ad campaign for the show one year. After all, we all dream in gold, right?
And dream I did as the red carpet was cobbled together at
Hollywood and Highland over the golden stars of the Hollywood Walk of Fame
across from the El Capitan movie theater. In a couple of days the world’s
greatest stars—Leonardo DiCaprio, my one-time golfing buddy Matthew McConaughey, Amy Adams and my future
ex-wife Jennifer Lawrence, among others—will be strutting in their $15,000
Haute Couture and Armani tuxedos.
Hollywood and Highland over the golden stars of the Hollywood Walk of Fame
across from the El Capitan movie theater. In a couple of days the world’s
greatest stars—Leonardo DiCaprio, my one-time golfing buddy Matthew McConaughey, Amy Adams and my future
ex-wife Jennifer Lawrence, among others—will be strutting in their $15,000
Haute Couture and Armani tuxedos.
One thing I know for sure is that the Academy Awards is a dream
for ABC television. Ad rates for the show are up about 10% to a lofty $1.8
million for thirty seconds of ad time. For those of you keeping score, that’s
the second priciest chunk of air time on television. (For those of you living
in a cave deprived of proper media, the Super Bowl is the costliest at the
astronomical rate of $4 million for a 30-second spot.) If you’re choking on the costs, check out this fact: Last year, each commercial was seen by an average of 40+ million
viewers. That’s a whole of lot of exposure.
for ABC television. Ad rates for the show are up about 10% to a lofty $1.8
million for thirty seconds of ad time. For those of you keeping score, that’s
the second priciest chunk of air time on television. (For those of you living
in a cave deprived of proper media, the Super Bowl is the costliest at the
astronomical rate of $4 million for a 30-second spot.) If you’re choking on the costs, check out this fact: Last year, each commercial was seen by an average of 40+ million
viewers. That’s a whole of lot of exposure.
Oh goodness, forty million viewers! I just got a little more
nervous practicing my would-be acceptance speech that may not happen for another decade or so.
nervous practicing my would-be acceptance speech that may not happen for another decade or so.
As a started doubting myself, and pondered what I would do if I
didn’t win that beautiful eight-pound statue named after some golden age star
joked it looked like her Uncle Oscar, I was told by a reporter from People
Magazine (or was it US Weekly?) that each nominee gets an $80,00 SWAG
bag.
didn’t win that beautiful eight-pound statue named after some golden age star
joked it looked like her Uncle Oscar, I was told by a reporter from People
Magazine (or was it US Weekly?) that each nominee gets an $80,00 SWAG
bag.
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| A peek into the goodies in the SWAG bag. |
You know what SWAG is right? SWAG stands for “Stuff We All
Get” (I think). In this case, only the nominees get this level of
stuff—all assembled nicely by the LA-based marketing firm Distinctive Assets.
What kind of stuff you ask?
Get” (I think). In this case, only the nominees get this level of
stuff—all assembled nicely by the LA-based marketing firm Distinctive Assets.
What kind of stuff you ask?
We start with a $15,000 tour of Japan, vacations to Mexico and
Hawaii, a $9,000 trip to Las Vegas that includes a face-to-face with all or
some of the Boyz II Men, a $2,700 O-shot procedure (what’s that? why, of
course, a vaginal rejuvenation and enhancement…yikes!), his-and-hers Mace guns,
along with various candy maple syrup and artwork.
Hawaii, a $9,000 trip to Las Vegas that includes a face-to-face with all or
some of the Boyz II Men, a $2,700 O-shot procedure (what’s that? why, of
course, a vaginal rejuvenation and enhancement…yikes!), his-and-hers Mace guns,
along with various candy maple syrup and artwork.
Time to call my agent because I need that sweet SWAG
bag and get into the Oscars nominations discussion. It’s time to walk
the red carpet instead of work it.
bag and get into the Oscars nominations discussion. It’s time to walk
the red carpet instead of work it.
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