When the Oscar rigamarole is over, and Patricia Arquette has her statue in hand, what is the actress looking forward to the most?
A “bath” she said in Los Angeles the other night. A nice, long one.
A well-liked industry workhorse who’s finally been cashing in on many accolades for her heart-tugging work in Boyhood, and who’s been the clear frontrunner in the race for Best Supporting Actress for months and months, Arquette looked grateful to be near the finishing line. She was lovely, and in a strapless black number, when I congratulated her on her stamina at a pre-Academy Awards cocktail thrown jointly by Vanity Fair and Chrysler.
Held at Cecconi’s, an enduring hotspot in West Hollywood, truffle risotto balls were going ‘round, as were little sashimi somethings, as was almost the whole gang behind Boyhood. If anyone knows something about stamina it’s the film’s director, Richard Lanklater: the film, as some might recall, premiered at Sundance in January (2014!) and hit theatres last Spring. So, he and his cast have been stumping and campaigning for over 14 months, as Boyhood – the movie that took 12 years to make – bobbed along Oscar’s current. At this rate, Boyhood is definitely ready to become a man.
Which is precisely the vibe I got from the overnight star of the film, Ellar Coltrane, who laughed when I pointed out the elegant, wrap-around banner hoisted above the bar at Cecconi’s, featuring polaroid-style shots of Ellar, as his character Mason, at all the various ages he hits in the film. You should take that home, I joked to him. “That’s exactly what I need,” he snarked back.
The boy from Boyhood looked quite spiffy in a double-breasted blazer, by the way. They grow up so fast.
As for Boyhood’s chances on the big night, the movie’s producer, John Sloss – who’s a friend – seemed sanguine, but cautious. The film’s main competitor looks to definitely be Birdman. Talking to Sloss, he gamely crossed his middle finger over his index finger, holding it up near his face. Enough said.
With this being just one of a medley of pre-parties organized in the City of Angels as part of ‘Oscar Week’ – the list has included a party for the Brits at the British Consulate, the annual fete thrown by the agency, CAA, etc., a whole first-for-L.A. Tom Ford fashion show, etc., etc. – it was no wonder that the duration of this party leaned towards the short-and-sweet. “6-8” read the invite. And, indeed, by 8-ish there were more risotto balls than people.
Some of the other chit-chat takeaways at the party, and in L.A. in general at this time of year, include news about… well… the much-maligned “mani-cam” at the E! network. The death-knell seems to be on, alright, with a trio of A-listers having shirked at the idea of modelling their fingers for it at the SAG Awards – Julianne Moore, Jennifer Aniston and Reese Witherspoon, if you’ll recall – and it being, in addition, conspicuously absent at E!’s red carpet for the Grammys shortly afterwards. The talk ‘round town is that the “mani-cam” will not be present at this year’s Oscars. It was not fun while it lasted.