"I need you." "I'm here for you." "No, I need the algorithm you used to rank chess players."
Now that I have seen The Social Network.
Did they seriously nominate Jesse Eisenberg for an Oscar.
And not Andrew Garfield.
Just. What?
It's so weird to me that of all things, acting is something that is so subjective to us. If I forget that you're acting, you're a good actor. It's not rocket science. And yet everyone disagrees with each other all over the place. You can have guilty pleasure actors who you hate to admit you think can actually act when everyone else thinks he or she sucks, and you can be seriously unimpressed with people who are widely considered insanely talented. *shrug*
And somebody commented on IMDb basically saying, "It's not surprising that they would overlook everyone but Eisenberg, because everyone usually commends the really affected scene-eating roles where you're constantly reminded that they're acting; a lot of the times a good actor is by definition the one you don't notice as much." And I LOLed because, yeah, except, no. All there was to the character was being under-affected. And hell, it worked for the character, but I don't think it was anywhere above and beyond an actor's usual gig to make it work.
Anyway. Despite not usually having some place to regularly be, I'm feeling pretty stir-crazy because of the snow days.
My dad actually had to leave early yesterday so that he could make it all the way to Memphis by ass o'clock way early this morning, because his band got accepted into a national make that international blues competition, and I'm quite relieved he didn't end up in a ditch. And I DIDN'T EVEN HEAR ABOUT THIS UNTIL YESTERDAY. I found out a while back that the guy producing their album is from Hum (who are only like regionally all that famous, I think, but they had one hit). Their album is also already at like #16 on the roots music airplay charts (and stop and think about how unpopular the genre is before you get too amazed, but STILL). What the hell, Dad? Good luck, Dad?
I am going to write fic and watch Modern Family and eat chocolate for the rest of the evening.
Did they seriously nominate Jesse Eisenberg for an Oscar.
And not Andrew Garfield.
Just. What?
It's so weird to me that of all things, acting is something that is so subjective to us. If I forget that you're acting, you're a good actor. It's not rocket science. And yet everyone disagrees with each other all over the place. You can have guilty pleasure actors who you hate to admit you think can actually act when everyone else thinks he or she sucks, and you can be seriously unimpressed with people who are widely considered insanely talented. *shrug*
And somebody commented on IMDb basically saying, "It's not surprising that they would overlook everyone but Eisenberg, because everyone usually commends the really affected scene-eating roles where you're constantly reminded that they're acting; a lot of the times a good actor is by definition the one you don't notice as much." And I LOLed because, yeah, except, no. All there was to the character was being under-affected. And hell, it worked for the character, but I don't think it was anywhere above and beyond an actor's usual gig to make it work.
Anyway. Despite not usually having some place to regularly be, I'm feeling pretty stir-crazy because of the snow days.
My dad actually had to leave early yesterday so that he could make it all the way to Memphis by ass o'clock way early this morning, because his band got accepted into a national make that international blues competition, and I'm quite relieved he didn't end up in a ditch. And I DIDN'T EVEN HEAR ABOUT THIS UNTIL YESTERDAY. I found out a while back that the guy producing their album is from Hum (who are only like regionally all that famous, I think, but they had one hit). Their album is also already at like #16 on the roots music airplay charts (and stop and think about how unpopular the genre is before you get too amazed, but STILL). What the hell, Dad? Good luck, Dad?
I am going to write fic and watch Modern Family and eat chocolate for the rest of the evening.