Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate... in Hollywood

Definitive.

Oliver Thansan
Oliver Thansan
10 March 2024 Sunday 11:10
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Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate... in Hollywood

Definitive. Hollywood Boulevard is the only avenue in the world where people look at the ground but not because of cell phone use; They inspect the stars of the Walk of Fame, one of the biggest hoarders on the planet, searching for and capturing their favorites. It makes you think that the one that accumulates the most curiosity is that of Donald Trump, I suppose because of the cameo in Home Alone 2, although perhaps it is because of his leading role in Fahrenheit 11/9, the documentary by Michael Moore. The stars of Penélope Cruz and Javier Bardem, like marriages in cemeteries, are side by side near the Zara that never fails where it is expected. It is the best located store in Hollywood, opposite the Dolby Theater, where the Oscars were awarded this morning. Debbie Allen, a heroine of my adolescence, is miserably trampled by anyone who tries to access the store, I suppose as revenge for being Fame's repellent dance teacher, repeating in each episode "fame is hard and this is where you are going to start." to pay it. With sweat.”

Bayona had not slept excessively because he celebrated his success with eighty people on his team. They had dinner at the Prima Donna restaurant, a Sicilian restaurant in Beverly Hills, coincidences of life, near the Museum of Jurassic Technology. Everyone who could have been there was there: from the actor Enzo Vogrincic to the person in charge of the soundtrack, Michael Giaccino, his family and the greatest of his squires, the boss of everything Nuria Costa.

Before midnight they marched to their beds because Bayona had to put on his tuxedo at ten the next morning (along with an unexplainable secret, the pinnacle of his superstitions) and go to the Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills for makeup and hair at noon. . Accompanied by his entourage (his partner, his parents, his producers, his twin Carlos, the also nominated Montse Ribé and David Martí, Enzo Vogricnic and the survivor of the tragedy, Dr. Roberto Canessa) he headed to Hollywood Boulevard. Marketing has allowed The Snow Society to negotiate up to twenty seats in the Dolby Theater stalls.

At two in the afternoon and forced by a strict protocol he arrived at the red carpet, that place that looks like a shouting market with the difference that here they are all dressed in evening clothes and with a mix of perfumes where the use of an FFP3 mask is recommended. . Twenty media outlets have interviewed him repeating the same thing: celebrate it no matter what happens. Squaring the circle of The Snow Society that began when Bayona read Pabro Vierci's book.

They dispersed, the parents and brother on one side, Jota with her partner and the producers on the other, and the rest, who knows. The gala begins and Jota jumps rope with her nerves, but the twin looks worse with his sunglasses like Jack Nicholson's. They try to calm down knowing that Bayona has encouraged everyone that the Oscars would be a night of partying, of celebrations. “Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate,” she repeated. And suddenly the ninth envelope of the gala appears. It opens. And the Oscar goes to... And the celebration continued as it could not be otherwise. Congratulations, Bayonne