A little tarnish in your Oscars coverage
Did someone planning or executing your Feb. 28 coverage of the Oscars forget that The Post practices journalism, i.e., the transmission of news? How else to explain burying the list of winners on Page C4?
Please: Give us the news, and enough with the catty, insipid reporting on the Oscars.
Joe Junod, Arlington
I was taken aback by the damning comment about lacrosse players in Hank Stuever's Feb. 28 Style review of the televised Academy Awards presentation ["The telecast of the youth-obsessed Academy Awards proves that the golden age is the one to count on"].
Stuever wrote: Host James Franco "came off like that lacrosse boy you wish your daughter didn't hang out with so much, sort of heavy-lidded and smirky . . . ."
What lacrosse player(s) did Stuever have in mind? The Landon School graduate and former University of Virginia men's lacrosse player awaiting trial for the slaying of a U-Va. women's lacrosse player? The Duke University men's lacrosse players wrongly accused of rape?
Or was Stuever making some inside joke about lacrosse that he did not share with readers?
As the proud grandmother of a high school varsity lacrosse player, an honor roll student and an all-around wonderful guy whom I think any mother would want her daughter to hang around with, I was offended by Stuever's remark.
Franco was an empty suit, but what's that got to do with lacrosse?
Elaine Cassel, Alexandria
I grew up loving movies. The Hollywood sign in Griffith Park was a stone's throw from my home when my family lived in Los Angeles. My dad worked in the general counsel's office at MGM; one time, when we went into an ice cream parlor in Palm Springs, Cary Grant came over to say, "Hi, Emile!" Apparently I proceeded to sit on his lap. Tragically, I have no recollection of it.
The point of this prelude: I enjoyed Hank Stuever's review of the Oscar ceremony, but I wouldn't have let the "kids" off so easily.
Tapping a couple of gorgeous babes to host a show with 83 years of film history, watched by millions of people around the world, just doesn't cut it. Really: Are Anne Hathaway's wardrobe changes and James Franco's lame, juvenile comments - "NYU, whassup!" - what pass now for witty and engaging hosts?
Alas, the holographic image of Bob Hope was a wistful reminder of better days. Pity he couldn't stick around for the rest of the show.
Danielle Karson, Rockville