Final call for Oscar impressions
Because it'll probably be forgotten as soon as possible. Or written of as an LSD-induced nightmare.
So, yeah, I have to vent a bit. Original Screenplay is the first thing that comes to mind. The Hurt Locker? Seriously, you guys? Granted, I hadn't seen it and everyone says it's great, but how on earth could it be better than Inglorious Basterds? I veto this year's OS winner and replace with dreams of IB winning. That's the only way to restore balance to the world. At least one significant nod to Tarantino would've been quite alright, you guys.
Also, Adapted Screenplay. What the hell? Up in the Air was both funny and emotional, political enough for the Oscars and laid back enough for the audiences. An awesome adaptation, a terrific screenplay, tossed off in favour of Precious? Was it because of Oprah? Was it? Oprah, I hate you, and I blame you for everything that went wrong in the universe. Specifically, for the Adapted Screenplay disaster. Oh and, if Up in the Air wasn't good enough for you (although I honestly can't see how), my Oscar prediction sheet placed An Education higher than Precious. Because it's, and read very carefully now, NICK HORNBY. Point.
I won't talk (much) about the lack of actual suspense due to this year's winners being clearly visible to a blind guy, but... Alec Baldwin? I could fill a page talking about how utterly inappropriate it is to put Alec Baldwin (who is probably the unfunniest guy I've ever seen) next to Steve Martin (who's alright on his own). It just seemed as if Martin was whispering the jokes to Baldwin during commercial break; while Martin was laid-back and funny, Baldwin was uninspired and stiff. Oh, and, I know television is supposed to add 10kilo to a person's body, but spending the entire night watching Alec Baldwin imitate a giant, man-sized balloon from UP was probably the lowest of low.
The Oscars were dull. That's the worst critique it can receive. DULL. Then there was Keanu Reeves. And creepy George Clooney jokes that got old really soon. And Ben Stiller, eeep. *scolds* Academy, tsk tsk. *sigh*
Now, happier stuff.
Things I liked: NEIL PATRICK HARRIS (why not NPH? Why, Hollywood? Just... why?), RDJ's cute little blue bow tie, Chris Pine (douchebag worthy move, though, Academy, having him present a sci-fi movie that was NOT HIS OWN), Star Trek's first win (kind of lame that it was make up, but better than nothing), Sandra Bullock's speech and dress, Christoph Waltz (so cute <3), Kathryn Bigelow as the first woman ever to win Directing award (seriously, 81 years of men? and then they patronize her with that orchestral version of 'I am Woman'; is it just me, or were they trying to make up to Cameron with the douchebaggery this year? maybe the douchebaggery was actually a weird, but honest, sort of tribute to him?), the John Hughes tribute, Cameron Diaz' dress (although, I have to say, lame joke, Cam - we all know Jude is much much better than Steve, but there's no need to say it in front of millions of viewers), Carey Mulligan (such a sweet girl, and she looked amazing), Woody Harrelson and his hemp suit (am I too obsessed with fashion here? :P), tribute to horror (hell yeah, finally), NO Rob Pattison (not that the lip-biting angsty-sulk-method 'actress' and her boy-toy were any better, but still), George Clooney's unbelievably good looks (what is this magic, Hollywood?) and not very much more.
Honourable mention for worst dress ever: Sarah Jessica Parker. Congratulations! You wore a sack to the Oscars. Boy, must you be proud of yourself right now. (On a side-note, Zoe Saldana, I am disappointed in you. Yes, you heard me right. What on earth was that thing you wore?)
*whine, bitch, moan command: off*
So, yeah, I have to vent a bit. Original Screenplay is the first thing that comes to mind. The Hurt Locker? Seriously, you guys? Granted, I hadn't seen it and everyone says it's great, but how on earth could it be better than Inglorious Basterds? I veto this year's OS winner and replace with dreams of IB winning. That's the only way to restore balance to the world. At least one significant nod to Tarantino would've been quite alright, you guys.
Also, Adapted Screenplay. What the hell? Up in the Air was both funny and emotional, political enough for the Oscars and laid back enough for the audiences. An awesome adaptation, a terrific screenplay, tossed off in favour of Precious? Was it because of Oprah? Was it? Oprah, I hate you, and I blame you for everything that went wrong in the universe. Specifically, for the Adapted Screenplay disaster. Oh and, if Up in the Air wasn't good enough for you (although I honestly can't see how), my Oscar prediction sheet placed An Education higher than Precious. Because it's, and read very carefully now, NICK HORNBY. Point.
I won't talk (much) about the lack of actual suspense due to this year's winners being clearly visible to a blind guy, but... Alec Baldwin? I could fill a page talking about how utterly inappropriate it is to put Alec Baldwin (who is probably the unfunniest guy I've ever seen) next to Steve Martin (who's alright on his own). It just seemed as if Martin was whispering the jokes to Baldwin during commercial break; while Martin was laid-back and funny, Baldwin was uninspired and stiff. Oh, and, I know television is supposed to add 10kilo to a person's body, but spending the entire night watching Alec Baldwin imitate a giant, man-sized balloon from UP was probably the lowest of low.
The Oscars were dull. That's the worst critique it can receive. DULL. Then there was Keanu Reeves. And creepy George Clooney jokes that got old really soon. And Ben Stiller, eeep. *scolds* Academy, tsk tsk. *sigh*
Now, happier stuff.
Things I liked: NEIL PATRICK HARRIS (why not NPH? Why, Hollywood? Just... why?), RDJ's cute little blue bow tie, Chris Pine (douchebag worthy move, though, Academy, having him present a sci-fi movie that was NOT HIS OWN), Star Trek's first win (kind of lame that it was make up, but better than nothing), Sandra Bullock's speech and dress, Christoph Waltz (so cute <3), Kathryn Bigelow as the first woman ever to win Directing award (seriously, 81 years of men? and then they patronize her with that orchestral version of 'I am Woman'; is it just me, or were they trying to make up to Cameron with the douchebaggery this year? maybe the douchebaggery was actually a weird, but honest, sort of tribute to him?), the John Hughes tribute, Cameron Diaz' dress (although, I have to say, lame joke, Cam - we all know Jude is much much better than Steve, but there's no need to say it in front of millions of viewers), Carey Mulligan (such a sweet girl, and she looked amazing), Woody Harrelson and his hemp suit (am I too obsessed with fashion here? :P), tribute to horror (hell yeah, finally), NO Rob Pattison (not that the lip-biting angsty-sulk-method 'actress' and her boy-toy were any better, but still), George Clooney's unbelievably good looks (what is this magic, Hollywood?) and not very much more.
Honourable mention for worst dress ever: Sarah Jessica Parker. Congratulations! You wore a sack to the Oscars. Boy, must you be proud of yourself right now. (On a side-note, Zoe Saldana, I am disappointed in you. Yes, you heard me right. What on earth was that thing you wore?)
*whine, bitch, moan command: off*