Tonight, for the first time in years, I shall not be watching the Oscars live. Not that I'm boycotting them. Rather, I no longer subscribe to Sky Movies and that's the only way one can watch them at home in the UK. Not that I mind too much. I am, as I have mentioned here before, somewhat apathetic about this year's event which looks to be too predictable for its own good. What's the fun, if you already know who's going to win what. In fact, the only nominee I'm really rooting for is Mickey Rourke whose speech at last night's Independent Spirit Awards was priceless...
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...And what was seemingly one of the surer things didn't even go according to plan. Not that I've any beef with Penn winning as I loved him in Milk, but really, it should have been Mickey...
Agreed. I am so peed off...
The Wrestler on the whole was epically shafted - I figured the Rourke win would be the token bone thrown it to atone for its lack of representation in the Best Pic and Director fields. Ridiculous. Though again, no slight on Penn/Milk, as I truly loved that film and his performance, but c'mon Academy...
Elsewhere, liked Boyle's hopping. Kinda wish Fincher had taken director though (and just got flamed on my blog by some rabid Fincher detractor for saying so) - I don't want Slumdog to become known as the great little film that was so over-applauded everyone went off it. Which happens. A lot.
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