Oh, Get Over It
Too bad for them, and let it be the decision that invites the scorn they already surely deserve (for the record: much as I like the film, I'm savoring this moment, not only in that it opens an opportunity to put a stake through the heart of the Academy, but also because every asshole fanboy's head just about exploded simultaneously; hopefully more levelheaded fans are taking the news well). Here are my thoughts on today's announcements, and save for my eventual predictions on the winners themselves, let that be the end of it.
Surprise
- Hellboy II: The Golden Army scoring a nom for makeup, an amazingly tasteful recognition of poetry on the part of the Academy ("I'm not a baby, I'm a tumor"). Shit, who am I kidding - taste is incidental at this point.
- Sally Hawkins snubbed for Happy-Go-Lucky. Possibly the best performance of the year, this move is inept at best, odious at worst.
- The Reader for Best Picture. Here I was optimistic enough to think that Oscar might see through this shallow brigade of fakey emotions (seriously, once Katey started bawling her eyes out to "The Odyssey", I was done), but now I'm thinking that the fact that Dreamgirls got the boot two years ago was little more than a happy accident. Turns out Oscar still takes it like a whore, complete with a big smile on its face. On the same note is...
- ...Kate Winslet nominated for The Reader over Revolutionary Road. At this point, I'm not sure which film I dislike more, but at least Kate manages to salvage some respect in the latter. I'm sorry, but shitty aging makeup, croaky vocal fakery and - spoilers ahead - an exploitatively rendered, off-screen death do not a good performance make.
- The Dark Knight and WALL·E snubbed for Best Picture. Oscar had a chance to be a uniter; instead they pulled a George Bush. Get a clue, you nimrods.
- Ron Howard nominated for Best Director, and concurrently, Frost/Nixon for Best Picture. I've yet to see the film (I'm planning a screening tomorrow afternoon before a date with my lovely), but the fact that the former Happy Days star hasn't made a remotely worthwhile film since Apollo 13 doesn't bode well. Once again, how foolish was I to think that Oscar might've learned something lately? Turns out these hacks can still squeeze out a link into the Academy's open and waiting mouth.
- Michelle Williams snubbed for Wendy and Lucy. Maybe not the best performance of the year (though I'll certainly step up to bat for it as such), but certainly my favorite. Subtlety just ain't the Academy's thing, but at least I can sleep well at night knowing that Reichardt didn't sell out her film with an awards-baiting rape scene.
UPDATE: Sorry, I just can't help myself. Jump to the 3 minute mark and watch the most important cinematic confession of the year.





































