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Some Oscar musings

I watched the Oscar show last night.

I got some satisfaction from a number of results:

Firstly, the Palestinian film (nominated in the Best Foreign Film category) that glorified suicide bombing came away unfeted, unpicked and generally ignored. I guess you could say that the film makers attempts to give legitimacy to the murder of both Jews and Arabs….blew up in their faces (I couldn’t resist that one).

Additionally, Steven Spielberg’s “important” Munich was glossed over by the Academy. Aw shucks Steven…maybe you should stick to making films that you do know something about (bitch bitch).

On a lighter note, March Of The Penguins, which I reviewed here, justifiably walked away with the Best Documentary statuette. This is totally deserved (dodgy film work and all).

The pre-title sequence with all those former presenters refusing to re-do the job this year, was nothing short of inspired. I laughed at loud when they showed Jon Stewart in bed with a very demure George Clooney. Classic stuff.

Another highlight was the teaming of Meryl Streep and Lily Tomlin to present the award to Robert Altman for the “He’s just about alive, so let’s honour him before he drops” Oscar. Weren’t they just great together? (of course, if you haven’t seen the show, you won’t know what I’m prattling on about.)

Oscar has worked his magic again, especially in the choice of Crash over Brokeback Mountain. Having seen neither film, but wanting to see the former, I can’t really give much comment except that it’s all part of the fun.

Comments

TheLadyLazarus said…
Well, miser, at least that penguin-thingy you showed your students won something.
The Scribbler said…
Before you go around name calling, let's get a few things straight:

1) The reason I have not seen any of the movies recently is because I'm working my backside off and finding next to no time available for going to the movies

2) The "students" you refer to, were my own children.

Get your facts right.
TheLadyLazarus said…
Hey, that was a typing mistake. I meant "Mister".
pfffffffffth

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