Yeah, I guess that doesn’t really work as a word.
This evening I will be attending an Oscar party to rail against the death of American cinema when Avatar probably wins and I set the room on fire or something in protest. I actually cried when Brokeback Mountain lost to Crash, you guys. It was ugly. And I didn’t even like Brokeback that much beyond Heath Ledger and Michelle Williams, but the injustice was just too much for me to handle. Even now I am sitting here all, “ROBBED!” as I think about it.
It’s a curious paradox, this relationship the Oscars and I have: I hate-watch them every year. Every year I say, “Next year I will not subject myself to this spectacle of glitter and appearance-policing! I do not give a shit if you wear a swan as long as you are happy you are wearing a swan! WHY ARE THESE PEOPLE WINNING AWARDS THEY HAVE NO TALENT OH MY GOD! This speech is really, really bad!” And yet, every year, I tune in again.
I have seen nearly every movie with a nomination in the major categories except The Young Victoria, and here are my dream picks:
Best Picture – Up in the Air
Actor – Jeff Bridges, Crazy Heart
Supporting Actor – Christoph Waltz, Inglorious Basterds
Actress – Carey Mulligan, An Education
Supporting Actress – Mo’Nique, Precious
Director – Kathryn Bigelow, The Hurt Locker
Adapted Screenplay – Up in the Air
Original Screenplay – The Messenger
What are yours, ladies?