It’s simple really.
And, yes, also sad.
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Well, I’d like to think so. (For Yahoo!)
Fear of losing. Fear of flying. Fear of, I guess, getting fired from Jaws: The Revenge. I run down 20 cases of Oscar night no-shows for Yahoo!
On a drizzly Oscar night, the Governors Ball was in full swing at the Ray Dolby Ballroom at the Hollywood & Highland Center. Next door, at the former Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, the courtyard was deserted, the area still cordoned off to traffic and to anyone not on official awards-show business.
And so there were James Mason‘s footprints and handprints, looking cold, damp and either lonely or beautiful.
As the cement block indicates, Mason knelt down at Grauman’s to mark the release of the costume-drama “Prince Valiant.” Six months later, he would be on screens again in Judy Garland‘s “A Star Is Born,” for which he would earn his first Academy Award nomination. The following year, the Oscars were held about a mile east of the Chinese. And so on Oscar night 1955, the Pantages Theatre was abuzz, while up the road sat Mason’s footprints and handprints, looking either lonely or beautiful.