Sunday, February 22, 2009
Living life like it's golden
A young protagonist emerges from an improbable background to outwit and overcome ruthless adversaries on the road to fame and fortune. It's hard to tell where the narrative that swept our current commander-in-chief into office begins and the Cinderella story of this year's feel good escapism tale, Slumdog Millionaire ends. You could easily leave the theater squealing "yes we can!" as the credits roll.
The irony of Hollywood's award season avalanche of accolades to Mumbai populism with a fairytale ending amid the climate of righteous anger towards anyone in the upper tax bracket is a wry punchline to real-life tragicomedy. In spite of the juxtaposition of laughing to keep from crying, I'm always good for getting my crystal ball on in the name of a side hustle. In case you need to sneak a peek at a ballot before finalizing picks for the office pool, my choices are as follows...
Best Picture:
Should win: Slumdog Millionaire
Will win: Slumdog Millionaire
Best Actor:
Should win: Sean Penn, Milk
Will win: Mickey Rourke, The Wrestler
Best Actress:
Should win: Anne Hathaway, Rachel Getting Married
Will win: Kate Winslet, The Reader
Best Supporting Actor:
Should win: Heath Ledger, The Dark Knight
Will win: Heath Ledger, The Dark Knight
Best Supporting Actress:
Should win: Viola Davis, Doubt
Will win: Penélope Cruz, Vicky Cristina Barcelona
Best Director:
Should win: Danny Boyle, Slumdog Millionaire
Will win: Danny Boyle, Slumdog Millionaire
Best Original Screenplay:
Should win: Milk
Will win: Milk
Best Adapted Screenplay:
Should win: Slumdog Millionaire
Will win: Slumdog Millionaire
Best Animated Feature:
Should win: Kung Fu Panda
Will win: Wall-E
Best Documentary Feature:
Should win: Trouble The Water
Will win: Man On Wire
Foreign Language Film:
Should win: Waltz With Bashir
Will win: Waltz With Bashir
Best Costume Design:
Should win: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Will win: The Duchess
Best Original Song:
Should win: Jai Ho from Slumdog Millionaire
Will win: Jai Ho from Slumdog Millionaire
The irony of Hollywood's award season avalanche of accolades to Mumbai populism with a fairytale ending amid the climate of righteous anger towards anyone in the upper tax bracket is a wry punchline to real-life tragicomedy. In spite of the juxtaposition of laughing to keep from crying, I'm always good for getting my crystal ball on in the name of a side hustle. In case you need to sneak a peek at a ballot before finalizing picks for the office pool, my choices are as follows...
Best Picture:
Should win: Slumdog Millionaire
Will win: Slumdog Millionaire
Best Actor:
Should win: Sean Penn, Milk
Will win: Mickey Rourke, The Wrestler
Best Actress:
Should win: Anne Hathaway, Rachel Getting Married
Will win: Kate Winslet, The Reader
Best Supporting Actor:
Should win: Heath Ledger, The Dark Knight
Will win: Heath Ledger, The Dark Knight
Best Supporting Actress:
Should win: Viola Davis, Doubt
Will win: Penélope Cruz, Vicky Cristina Barcelona
Best Director:
Should win: Danny Boyle, Slumdog Millionaire
Will win: Danny Boyle, Slumdog Millionaire
Best Original Screenplay:
Should win: Milk
Will win: Milk
Best Adapted Screenplay:
Should win: Slumdog Millionaire
Will win: Slumdog Millionaire
Best Animated Feature:
Should win: Kung Fu Panda
Will win: Wall-E
Best Documentary Feature:
Should win: Trouble The Water
Will win: Man On Wire
Foreign Language Film:
Should win: Waltz With Bashir
Will win: Waltz With Bashir
Best Costume Design:
Should win: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Will win: The Duchess
Best Original Song:
Should win: Jai Ho from Slumdog Millionaire
Will win: Jai Ho from Slumdog Millionaire
Labels: award shows, movies, Oscars
Saturday, February 14, 2009
My funny valentine
Love is in the air, every time I turn around. And it makes me sick. Right up there with the start of swimsuit season, a trip to the gynecologist or fluorescent lighting in retail changing rooms, St. Valentine and I have never seen eye-to-eye and remain on non-speaking terms.
Showing contempt for February 14th usually gets one shoved into the conventional "bitter, lonely spinster" category of which I am a charter member, but it's a bit deeper than just being alone. The sheer competitive horsetrading aspect of watching women compete for attention by the metric of fluffy pink hearts and rose bouquets feels way retrograde. While it would be nice to have someone to cuddle up with and split a bowl of spaghetti alla carbonara, is it necessary to do so at the lobbying of Hallmark, Russell Stover and 1-800-Flowers?
According to the Beatles, "all we need is love," but breaking in my new vibrator will suit me just fine in the meantime.
Showing contempt for February 14th usually gets one shoved into the conventional "bitter, lonely spinster" category of which I am a charter member, but it's a bit deeper than just being alone. The sheer competitive horsetrading aspect of watching women compete for attention by the metric of fluffy pink hearts and rose bouquets feels way retrograde. While it would be nice to have someone to cuddle up with and split a bowl of spaghetti alla carbonara, is it necessary to do so at the lobbying of Hallmark, Russell Stover and 1-800-Flowers?
According to the Beatles, "all we need is love," but breaking in my new vibrator will suit me just fine in the meantime.
Labels: love sucks, relationships, Valentine's Day