Superfluous Oscar Countdown, Day Five: 1962

Good morning! I hope you all had wonderful weekends, and stayed cozy and warm no matter where you were.

After my snow day on Friday, I had what my friend Kate calls “a sweatpants weekend”, which is, well, exactly what it sounds like: when you go through a weekend changing from your pajama pants to sweatpants and back again. Kate and I agree that these weekends are always very indulgent and are occasionally very necessary, which is one of the (many) reasons we’re friends. And aside from helping me relax and recharge, my weekend wardrobe selection inspired today’s movie listings as well!

I was blobbed-out on my couch last night, thinking that I certainly didn’t have to worry about my weekend-wear violating the dress code that was issued for Sunday night’s Grammy Awards,  when I realized that we haven’t covered any musicals here on the Countdown yet! Well, my friends, you can rest easy now, because all of that is about to change. Here are the nominees for 1962 (and I apologize in advance for any showtunes that are about to get stuck in your head):

  • “Fanny” Joshua Logan, Producer
  • “The Guns of Navarone” Carl Foreman, Producer
  • “The Hustler” Robert Rossen, Producer
  • “Judgment at Nuremberg” Stanley Kramer, Producer
  • “West Side Story” Robert Wise, Producer

I’m going to agree with the Academy for the second day in a row here …

The Official and the Superfluous Oscar Goes to: West Side Story

Paul Newman

Hi Paul. You know I love you, right?

Now, if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you might be a little confused by my choice. “But Amb,” you might be saying, “how could you do this to Paul? Isn’t he one of your Imaginary Boyfriends? I mean, have you seen him? And have you tasted his salad dressing?!?”

But if you’ve been reading this blog for a while longer, you’ll understand why

Now that's what I call a swoon. Well done, you two.

Now that’s what I call a swoon. Well done, you two.

“The Hustler” (and his cheekbones) didn’t take this one. Yes, I am a huge theatre geek. Like, one of the hugest. And musical theatre?!? Where characters get to express their deepest thoughts and emotions through song and dance?!?! FORGET ABOUT IT. You guys, I cannot even begin to describe the depth and length and breadth of my swooning.

My mom and I saw the award-winning production of West Side Story when it came to the Stratford Festival a couple of years ago, but I’m not going to get my next hit until this spring, when my friend Deb and I are going to see West Side Story performed by the TSO.

Luckily, I have something to tide me over in the meantime:


Have a great day everyone! (And I apologize again for getting this song stuck in your head).

love amb

9 thoughts on “Superfluous Oscar Countdown, Day Five: 1962

    • Aside from the cheekbones and the racecar driving and the charity work, he and Joanne Woodward are the model for my eventual marriage. Women were always throwing themselves at Paul (see: cheekbones, racecar driving, charity work) but he was totally faithful to Joanne, famously saying,

      Why fool around with another hamburger when you have steak at home?

      SWOON. The future Mr. Amb had better agree with that!

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  2. why not pjs all day? changing into and out of sweats seems like a lot of work 😉 OR (and I pull this one more often than I’d like to admit)–sleep in your clothes. Probably only works for those who work at home. fun to read your superfluous flow.

    • Lol! You’re right Liz! It’s a lot of work. Plus it generates more laundry, so really, by staying in my pjs all day I’m being good to my body AND the environment … Whoohoo! (See, this is why we’re friends. Love the way you think!)

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