What a difference a year makes.
In 2003, raunch-talkin’ comic Chris Rock waxed to columnist Cindy Adams that while he’d been asked to host last year’s Academy Awards, the gig was definitely not for him.
“Not me, man,” he said in August of last year. “That’s for old people. … Maybe 10 years from now, when my career’s in the toilet. … For right now, I’d rather talk about Sophia Loren‘s fat ass than her need to get an Oscar.”
Flash-forward to October 2004. The Academy, either in a forgiving mood or desperate for the demographic appeal a Rock emcee gig might deliver, asked Rock again.
What was it that changed his mind, apart from the obvious bling-bling factor?
- A bounty of booty, Rock’s most beloved riff. Although most Oscar nominees are bony butt types, Rock should be able to find fodder.
- Hosting the Awards is kinda like being in a movie that everyone watches — something Rock’s had some trouble doing.
- Billy Crystal‘s Gollum gag isn’t exactly a hard follow-up.
- Shocking rich, white-haired octogenarians is more fun than teasing teenagers at the MTV Music Video Awards.