Writer's Block Makes Me Gripe
This year’s Best Pictures Nominees.
I only saw two of them and that was because they came out in the summer: Inception and Toy Story 3. I liked both of them, and was pleased that movies I liked had been nominated. Usually I can’t stand the Oscar fare. It always seems to be depressing. I don’t even want to see the other nominees.
I don’t want to see True Grit because I’ve seen True Grit. And read the book. Vengeance, death,and snakebites. I’m done with it.
I don’t want to watch the Black Swan and see Natalie Portman lose her mind.
I don’t want to watch Winter’s Bones and see dysfunction and misery in a rural area.*
I don’t want to watch The Fighter and see people shriek at each other like monkeys.**
I don’t want to watch 127 Hours and see somebody get stuck in a hole and cut his own arm off to escape.***
I don’t want to watch The Social Network and see jerks being assholes. ****
I don’t want to watch the The Kids are All Right and see every reason why I hate the Lifetime Channel.
The only one that seemed even remotely uplifting was The King’s Speech. I’m glad it won. I still don’t want to see it. I don’t care that the Duke of York stuttered and later overcame it. See? The last nine words of that sentence told me all I needed to know in much less time than 118 minutes. I realize the cast is awesome. They’ve been amazing in everything I’ve seen them in, but they aren’t enough to make me care, as of this writing. That may change.
And yes, I am aware that there is more to those movies than one sentence, but try telling that to the part of my brain that moved The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension to the top of my Netflix queue.
* I live in Barrow. I can look out the window and see that.
** I work in a preschool. I see that every day.
*** Potentially triggering. See *.
**** The previews were enough to piss me off. No way I could watch two hours of it.
I only saw two of them and that was because they came out in the summer: Inception and Toy Story 3. I liked both of them, and was pleased that movies I liked had been nominated. Usually I can’t stand the Oscar fare. It always seems to be depressing. I don’t even want to see the other nominees.
I don’t want to see True Grit because I’ve seen True Grit. And read the book. Vengeance, death,and snakebites. I’m done with it.
I don’t want to watch the Black Swan and see Natalie Portman lose her mind.
I don’t want to watch Winter’s Bones and see dysfunction and misery in a rural area.*
I don’t want to watch The Fighter and see people shriek at each other like monkeys.**
I don’t want to watch 127 Hours and see somebody get stuck in a hole and cut his own arm off to escape.***
I don’t want to watch The Social Network and see jerks being assholes. ****
I don’t want to watch the The Kids are All Right and see every reason why I hate the Lifetime Channel.
The only one that seemed even remotely uplifting was The King’s Speech. I’m glad it won. I still don’t want to see it. I don’t care that the Duke of York stuttered and later overcame it. See? The last nine words of that sentence told me all I needed to know in much less time than 118 minutes. I realize the cast is awesome. They’ve been amazing in everything I’ve seen them in, but they aren’t enough to make me care, as of this writing. That may change.
And yes, I am aware that there is more to those movies than one sentence, but try telling that to the part of my brain that moved The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension to the top of my Netflix queue.
* I live in Barrow. I can look out the window and see that.
** I work in a preschool. I see that every day.
*** Potentially triggering. See *.
**** The previews were enough to piss me off. No way I could watch two hours of it.