This was a dream. I feel I should state this in the opening, lest the title of this post trick people into reading it, hoping to find some tawdry gossip detail about the goth king/queen on the red carpet. Then again, if you’ve read even this far, I’ve already won.
So I dreamt that I was at the Kodak Theater with a friend, trying to get into the Oscars. Despite the fact that we had already walked down the red carpet and looked FABulous, the usher wasn’t going to let us in. We watched wistfully as the Hollywood elite passed us, one by one, to enter the building (in reality, the thought of watching the Oscars in uncomfortable clothes while unable to get up, eat stuff or “change the channel” during the Billy Crystal parts is not altogether appealing).
Suddenly, our good friend Marilyn Manson showed up (he always saves the day- that bouncing ball of sunshine)! He was excited to see us (of course), and told the usher, “they’re with me.” Well, that was enough to get us into the second row! Marilyn was REALLY excited because they were going to premiere a trailer of his new (and first) film. He claimed it was going to have an amazing visual style and that he felt that he was really entering a new chapter in his life.
Apparently, they show trailers before the Academy Award ceremonies. I mean, I would assume they would…
Anyway, the trailer started. It was a disaster. The amazing visual style was completely absent because no one had bothered to render out any of the visual effects. They were basically just screencaps of a 3D grid with nauseatingly colored particle effects flying across the screen. The audience booed. Marilyn was DEVASTATED. So upset, in fact, that he had to leave. My friend went off to console him. I stayed for the rest of the preshow.
I can tell you from my dream that the pre-awards goings-on are really exciting! Not only do they show cutting-edge movie trailers, they also feature live projections given by avant-garde film artists! A man sitting right behind me was projecting the most beautiful light show on the ceiling of the theater. The crowd was loving it, and I was excited about what I might be able to someday do with some of my light-based pieces.
After the light show, I talked to the man about his projection device- a $3 trinket he purchased from a toy store. We laughed about how cheap it was to entertain Hollywood, while they spend millions trying to entertain us. Marilyn returned to the theater, his gothy makeup smeared by his tears. Then there was something about a goat.
I woke up because my cat stepped on my face.