Only in Jersey: 2/22/12

Happy Wednesday!  It’s time for another edition of Only in Jersey!

If it’s filming in Jersey, takes place in Jersey, or is about celebs from Jersey, you will find it here.

Whitney Houston: We will always love you JUST LIKE THIS.

Another day, more Whitney Houston drama. In addition to the pop star’s Westfield cemetery plot being indefinitely closed to the public, tabloid rag The National Enquirer has made the tacky, tasteless decision to publish – on its front page, no less – an unauthorized photo of the Newark/East Orange native in her casket. The photo was apparently taken by someone who attended the visitation at Newark’s Whigham Funeral Home last week, and the natural assumption is that that same someone made beau coup bucks by selling it to the Enquirer. I don’t know about you, but I prefer to remember Whitney alive – and obviously her family wants us to, as well, otherwise they would’ve opened the casket during the televised funeral on Saturday.  The sight of her lifeless body (even if the funeral home’s restorative artist did a beautiful job) is the last thing I want to see as I’m checking out at the grocery store.

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Reflections on Oscar

I spent much of last night crying.

Heath Ledger's family accepts his Oscar./Credit New York Times

Heath Ledger's family accepts his Oscar./Credit New York Times

Aside from the standard dead people montage, I can’t recall the last time I cried during an Oscar telecast. (Maybe that’s because I can’t remember the last time I watched the award show in its entirety. It’s been a while.)

But the tears flowed, and I’m not ashamed to say it. I cried when the big surprise of the night was revealed for the first time during the Best Supporting Actress award: the Academy brought back five previous winners in that category (and each subsequent acting category) to present the award to one of their peers. Wow. Somehow the award – and, let’s face it, the nomination – means a lot more when it’s preceded by a few kind words from a much-admired colleague.

I cried when Heath Ledger’s mother, father and sister accepted his posthumous award. I cried when I saw the look on Meryl Streep’s face as Sophia Loren sung her praises. I cried when I saw how grateful Kate Winslet was to win. And yes, I cried when the photos of the dead graced the screen.

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