I’m always surprised by the post-Oscar griping.
Oh, don’t get me wrong -- I’d do it, too, probably, if I cared enough to watch movies. But the last time I saw a movie in a theater was, um, okay, when, exactly, did "A Bug’s Life" hit the theaters? And I’m not much better about renting -- I think the most recent was either "Monster" or, okay, well, "Monster."
But this year seemed different, somehow. I’m actually looking forward to seeing about ten of the movies in contention for one of the Big Cookies. Looked to me like most of them were very good, maybe even wonderful. So I watched the Oscars. Wow. I WATCHED THE OSCARS.
But now the squabbling starts.
What about Felicity Huffman?
How come Joaquin Phoenix didn’t win? Hell, he learned how to play a GUITAR for that role!
It was Paul Giamatti’s TURN, for crying out loud.
WHERE WAS HARRY POTTER?
“It’s Hard Out Here For a Pimp” -- what, are you KIDDING me?! You MUST be kidding me. Well, okay, that gripe can stand . . .
Okay, if clips are any indication, Philip Seymour Hoffman deserved to win. He won. End of story. I think he was in fact channeling Truman Capote, not just acting. Besides, he has three names, suggesting a SERIOUS actor. When will they learn -- just add more names, and you’re a shoe-in. Some guy named Stephen-Alfonse Walker Pomeroy III would almost certainly take home a Big Cookie.
I am, at this moment, contemplating adding upwards of thirteen names to my full signature to increase my credibility, and my chances of getting a Big Cookie. Hey if Three 6 Mafia did it, so can I.
I would even be willing to learn to play the guitar.
Laurie Boffo Swami Dearest Alfonso AlGrone III (so far)