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I am looking forward to tonight’s Oscar broadcast for three reasons.
2. This awards season desperately needs a surprise winner. In any category.
Please, Academy, be the organization that flabbergasts me with a shocking turn of events, shaking me out of this year’s numbing sameness.
3. Much like the Super Bowl, the Oscars commercials are increasingly becoming an event unto themselves. I am particularly excited to see a new ad by Stonyfield Yogurt, where woman actually admit to not liking Greek yogurt.
I knew I wasn’t the only one out there.
Here’s a sneak peek:
Honesty and innuendo? Sign me up!
I was lucky enough to catch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on HBO over dinner tonight.
Such a wonderfully inventive story, and perhaps Jim Carrey’s most powerful and controlled performance.
As I watched, I questioned yet again why he didn’t win an Oscar…or even get nominated. So I used the Google machine to remind me — who did take the prize in 2005?
The Oscar nominees for Best Actor in a Leading Role were:
Foxx took home the prize; it was no shock. His portrayal of the musical legend was spot-on. He sang and played the piano, too. I wasn’t a fan of the film, but of him, yes.
I concede defeat.
But I would argue that Carrey’s performance deserves to be on that list as much if not more than Leo. Or Johnny. In fact, the list would be stronger for it.
Isn’t it funny how quickly you can become bitter about something that happened 10 years ago?
(Imagine how Jim must feel.)
I watched the entire Oscars telecast last night, so I am sleepy today, but not because I was up late —
Because it was so BORING.
Where were the surprise winners? The endearing, incomprehensible speeches from dumbfounded winners? And no, I don’t count the garbled speech of presenters — like John Travolta and Harrison Ford — who can’t read a teleprompter.
I don’t watch awards shows to see actors deliver their lines. (That’s why I go to the movies.) I want some spontaneity. Some mistakes. Some signs of life and humanity.
Thank goodness Benedict Cumberbatch and I had some fun on the red carpet before the big snoozefest began.
Today’s blog is dedicated to guys — actors all — who deserve a little extra love today.
Tom Hanks. Oscar Isaac. Robert Redford — all denied Best Actor Oscar nods by the Academy.
Now, I could be talked down on Isaac if the Academy didn’t pretty much ignore Inside Llewyn Davis, save a couple of technical awards. I mean, it didn’t even get nominated for its musical score.
And while Captain Phillips did get six other nods, how can you justify not nominating Hanks?
Did they watch the final scene??
And Redford? He was the entire movie All Is Lost. Period. What more do you want?
Apparently anything by Martin Scorsese…and I do mean, anything.
On a more somber note, I want to pay tribute to Russell Johnson — the original and best nerd crush of my generation, who left the world today…
Director Alexander Payne and I have never seen eye to eye.
Since his movie Election (which I did like), the rest of his films — Sideways, Cedar Rapids, The Descendants — just don’t speak to me.
I doubt he’s losing sleep over it.
It seemed to have it all.
The two leading men, of course. The black-and-white look, which seemed perfect for this road trip film. Great trailers, too.
Tragically, Alex has led me astray yet again.
In the film, the car trip takes three or four days. I would swear the movie — advertised as 1 hour 54 minutes — is actually that long. It is slow…so very slow.
The driving sequences are slow. The conversations are slow. There’s a couple of fights scenes, and their fists look like they are in slow motion even though they’re not.
I really enjoyed three scenes in the movie. And the performances are wonderful — especially June Squibb, who plays Bruce Dern’s kick of a wife. But there are long stretches of your life…
..that you will never get back.
I have not read the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy — pretty proud of that.
Not that I’m judging a book by its cover it…but it’s nice for a change to not be in a group that is being judged.
(Twilight scars — you understand.)
Although that doesn’t stop me from being interested in the recent casting announcement for the Fifty Shades movie — Dakota Johnson as Anastasia (whoever that is) and Charlie Hunnam as Christian Grey.
Dakota Johnson…in an S&M movie?
She was the quirky, funny, girl-next-door single mom who we loved and lost last season on Ben and Kate. Well, I loved that show anyhoo. FOX went and canceled it.
Oh, look how sad they all are.
Of course, Nat Faxon (far right) reached out and got an Oscar for writing The Descendants…and directed, wrote and co-starred in the very funny The Way, Way Back with Steve Carell, so he’s doing alright. And Dakota gets…whips and chains?
Look what you did, FOX.
If you’ve auditioned for anything in New York City — and I have — you’ve met your fair share of casting directors. Their personalities and policies vary, but their power is undeniable.
Or it is today.
The credits for casting directors that you have probably grown used to seeing on movies were extremely hard earned, and were greatly debated on films past.
And have you noticed there is no Oscar for Best Casting…although the Academy gives awards for other director-approved elements like Editing and Cinematography?
Whichever side you land on in the debate, the film will get you thinking…and no doubt respect even more the work casting directors do.
One of the many advantages of a) working from home and b) having HBO is being able to watch Oscar-nominated documentaries during lunch.
Today’s featured selection: The Tsunami and the Cherry Blossoms.
Director Lucy Walker chronicles the tsunami that devastated Japan on March 11, 2011. Survivors share their stories of loss, and work together to rebuild their communities — already making progress a mere month after the storm hit.
And what are the ‘cherry blossoms’ in the title, you ask? I’ll let you watch the film and find out.
It is a vital part of their history and culture, and one reason a tsunami could never break the Japanese people.
The 2013 Oscar nominations for Best Director had just been announced — the words were still hanging in the air in a cartoon word balloon — when Steven Spielberg announced his plans to suspend production on Robopocalypse.
No doubt she and Spielberg — both frontrunners for their work in Les Miserables and Lincoln respectively — remember what happened to Eddie Murphy a few years back.
He was considered a sure thing for the Best Supporting Actor Oscar for his role in the movie Dreamgirls…and then Norbert happened.
And the Academy said, “No way, no how.”
The nominations this year have shown what a old group of fuddy duddies the Oscar voters can be. (No Best Director nod for Ben Affleck and Kathryn Bigelow — are you serious??)
Steven Spielberg is just playing it safe.