Looking back at the Oscars

She looked like a movie star.

She had an elegant, shimmery designer-gown perfect for the Oscars, impeccable coiffure (likewise becoming) and well modulated and pleasing diction.

She had all that and more, but there's one thing Michelle Obama is not - She is not a film star.

She has not one iota of anything to do with the motion picture industry.

Is the cut to the White House with Mrs. Obama naming the "best picture" a forecast of every other best-of-its-kind being presented at the White House?

Probably not; few groups outside those Tinseltown's inner circle have such access.

Thus far we've seen Michelle Obama planting proper-foods-vegetable-gardens, sponsoring programs aimed to curb obesity in children, and various other endeavors, highly appropriate and worthwhile on the part of the First Lady.

Best movie of the year surely isn't in that category.

Just a thought: Could her appearance be a nice little payback to Obama via his wife for the enormous support - and cash - that poured from LA to D.C. during the campaign?

A simple, clever touch in the elaborately produced extravaganza was the introduction of Christopher Plummer. "The von Trapp Family Singers" - then a spotlight on double doors.

Silence. Then repeat." The Family von Trapp."

Silence - then out burst a Nazi soldier, shouting "They've gone!"

A terrific moment from a wonderful, one-of-a-kind musical.

As for the rest of the awards show, as usual, it made me - at this late date - decide which of the nominated movies I'll try to see.

Of the pack, I look forward to "Les Miserables," having been moved to tears by it on the stage.

"Lincoln" also is on my list. An earlier Smithsonian Magazine article concerning the film and Steven Speilberg's motives in making it had whetted my interest.

"Argo," I suppose, is a should-see. The others nominated will go happily-unseen by me.

As far as which film to rent, my next choice for home-watching on a cold evening probably will be "The Way We Were," a Barbara Streisand-Robert Redford saga, from which Streisand sang the Oscar winning song.

She dedicated it to her late "dear friend" and composer, Marvin Hamlisch, who died "too young."

My mind turned back the clock: Hamlisch, years ago, on accepting the award, thanked his long time Juilliard piano teacher for her constant admonition:

"Practice, Marvin, practice."

Obviously, he did.

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