Dear Oscar:

So I watched your show this year. It’s probably the first time in four or five years I’ve paid that much attention. TIVO helps. I can zip through introductions and acceptance speeches. I mean, who really wants to sit through awards for Costume Design and Art Direction, though I understand you can’t just get rid of them.

I must admit though, Oscar, next year I might just fast-forward through the whole damn thing … except maybe montages. I like the montages.

The first time I stopped watching you was because I thought your logic for awards was askew. (Come on, wasn’t Russell Crowe’s Oscar for The Gladiator just an apology for giving him the golden shaft the year before?) But this time is worse.

Oscar, I’m concerned your messiah complex has gone a little too far. It’s difficult, I’m sure, to keep your pedestal on the ground when you are made of solid gold and frequently have rich people whoring themselves out just to be near you. I’d feel like a god too, but enough already.

This year’s award service … er, ceremony … was just a little creepy, what with you “going green” and all. Since when did you become the world’s savior. It must be the protestant in me, nothing turns my stomach more than people wallowing in their own goodness. Even you, Oscar.

Here’s a little free advice: Nothing’s more annoying than an evangelist (any one who’s lived in the Bible Belt knows this). If you keep it up you’re going to drive people away. The best way to win people to your cause is by setting a good example.

Let’s forget for a moment about the science of global warming. If you want to save the planet, go buy a hybrid or give to the Sierra Club or, heck, be one of Al Gore’s surrogates. But DO something about it. DON’T spend your evening telling me what I can and should do.

Now I know you used recycled paper for the award certificates and a comprehensive recycling system was instituted to handle the event’s waste (though, I don’t think I want to know what this means exactly). But considering that something like 40 million people tuned in, each of whom had to plug in the TV and many of whom had parties, I have a hard time believing the bill is settled.

In fact, if you really want to be green, maybe you should just cancel the show.

You just can’t save the world by harassing it. I know, I know. It’s tough when your philosophy requires certain actions from others. I do. It’s difficult to convince people to put the interests of tomorrow before today. It is.

But hey, don’t complain. The Christians dealt with that crap for years. Really, you have it pretty easy, Oscar. All you have to do is convince folks something will happen in 100 years. You can be ambiguous, use terms like “abrupt” and “imbalance.”

The Christians, they have to convince folks that very specific things will happen, a messiah will ascend from heaven (no, not you Oscar). This is not to mention the afterlife.

No, you’ve got it easy Oscar. Face it, if Christians can spread the word without harassing people to the point of tears, so can you. You just have to be patient and stop invading their entertainment. Leave Spielberg and DiCaprio alone to talk about the movies.

If you do the show again next year and you want me to watch. Please … I’m begging you … give up the guilt-tripping, the exaggerating, the amens and hallelujahs, the preach-it-sisters, the judgmental staring. Listen to your spiritual brethren and leave the heathens alone.

Oh … and Oscar … next year … please … more montages.

Sincerely,

Michael Paul Van Winkle