Everyone was right.
No Country for Old Men took Oscar's top honors tonight.
I can't say I was too surprised, or too excited, or too disappointed about tonight's show. For one, I only saw the last half hour of the show (but I heard it was ho-hum, but I would love to see Jon Stewart's opening monologue). Two, none of the movies really stood out this year, for whatever reason.
Maybe I'm jaded. Maybe the public's jaded. Maybe Hollywood/filmmakers/movie people are jaded. It wasn't that the movies weren't bad. They were the opposite. They were really good. But the excitement just wasn't there, even though I was excited this morning. And no, it wasn't because of the writers' strike.
Oh by the way, I made 10 predictions yesterday night. I got
nine of them right. The only one that I fudged was Best Original Screenplay. I was really torn on my pick. I love both Juno and Michael Clayton. So maybe I thought that the Academy would stay with honoring the darker films and just shut Juno out. But like Little Miss Sunshine last year, I guess Juno winning best screenplay is like a consolation prize.