I swear I’m not getting old, but lately I feel like those two old Muppets in the theater who complain about everything.

I swear I’m not getting old, but lately I feel like those two old Muppets in the theater who complain about everything.

I watched the 82nd annual Academy Awards last Sunday. This used to be something I loved to watch. I liked being able to see my favorite stars.

Along the way, though, something changed. The Oscars, the Grammys, the Golden Globes — and whatever else they can think where they hand somebody a metal statute — are not the same as they used to be.

First, congratulations to Sandra Bullock for her Best Actress award and to Jeff Bridges for winning Best Actor. Both truly deserved to win and not just for the films they were nominated for, but for their overall achievements through the years.

I would have been ticked had I invested nearly four hours into the show to see someone else take the awards from them.

I also have to give props to Mo’Nique for her Best Supporting Actress win. I haven’t seen “Precious” yet, but you can bet I will soon. It looks very good.

I have to acknowledge the comedic stylings of Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin as co-hosts. They rocked. I laughed out loud on several occasions. Their timing was spot-on.

It became apparent to me, more so this year than in other years, the show dragged. I think the academy would do better if they chose to not air presentations  for cinematography, makeup, visual effects, sound mixing, art direction and Best Caterer. (That isn’t an actual category, but you get what I mean). These awards mean nothing to the common viewer, so why waste the time?

I propose the academy drop the telecast back two hours and feature only Best Actor/Actress, Supporting Actor/Actress, Best Director, the Screenplay categories and Best Picture.

I’m willing to bet viewership would increase, too.

Honestly, by the time the awards got halfway through, I was sick of seeing and hearing about “Avatar.” I’m glad it didn’t win as much as some thought it would. Ben Stiller’s stage appearance as one of the blue creatures from the film was stupid.

The traditional “In Memoriam” portion was disrespectful to some actors who were overlooked – particularly Farrah Fawcett and Bea Arthur.

I was happy to see they included Michael Jackson, though. It was one of his dreams to be accepted by Hollywood.

Then to hear some people complain he was included irked me some more. Michael did appear in “The Wiz,” but that’s not all he did for the movies. His music videos were short films, some directed by big Hollywood directors like John Landis. He also wrote songs that were featured in movies like “Will You Be There” from “Free Willy.”

The best part of the night came when Molly Ringwald, Judd Nelson, Matthew Broderick, Anthony Michael Hall, Ally Sheedy and McCauley Culkin paid tribute to John Hughes.

These actors got their start appearing in Hughes films like “The Breakfast Club,” “Sixteen Candles,” “Pretty In Pink,” “Some Kind Of Wonderful”?and “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” and countless others I call classics.

Hughes’ movies defined my generation. I don’t know anyone who 25 years from now will say “Avatar” impacted their life. But ask anyone who grew up in the ’80s and you’ll hear them say Hughes’ movies did have impact – and still do.

Science and technology is constantly evolving, giving moviemakers like James Cameron the ability to create stunning effects as in “Avatar,” but no technological advances will ever replace human emotions. John Hughes truly captured that awkward, somewhat life-defining moments we call being a teenager.

I’m saddened that it took his untimely death last summer for the Academy to truly recognize his contributions to film and pop culture.

David T. Farr is a Sturgis (Mich.) Journal correspondent. E-mail him at farrboy@hotmail.com.