I suppose everyone else has already said everything there is to say.
Ah hah, sez I! Not yet! For I haven’t!
- Chris Rock was abysmally bad. The Oscars need to have a bit of class, that’s part of the charm. He had no class. He came on stage and acted as if it were a typical stand-up performance in some run down comedy club. If you want to raise the ratings make the show more interesting – bring the viewers up, don’t bring the show down.
- The best part of the whole thing, sadly, was the “typical moviegoer” interview segment. It’s damned sad to realize that people really are as damned ignorant as the New York Times says they are. Damned New York Times! Anyone who didn’t laugh loudly at least a couple of times in Sideways or wasn’t completely blown away by Million Dollar Baby has no soul, man. No soul.
And to think those poor, benighted souls hadn’t even bothed to see those films, choosing instead to spend their ill-gotten funds on White Chicks just makes me weep for the entirety of Western Civilisation.
- Fashion, fashion, fashion: Why the hell was Johnny Depp wearing an ankh? What’s with Samuel L. Jackson’s track-suit tux? Was Natalie Portman pissed she didn’t get a part in Troy or Alexander or something?
- Charlie Kaufman is my new hero. He’s even better in person than Nicolas Cage pretending to be him.
I know there’s more but I’m damned if I can remember what I wanted to say. All in all, I am very happy with the choices. I don’t think I’d have picked Hilary Swank – she was the worst part of that film – but other than that, I am a happy man for a change.
Updated! 03.02.2005
I remember what I forgot. What wiggler votes for a picture about a paraplegic against a picture about the last days of Hitler as Best Foreign Film? All I could think was, “The Fuehrer will hear of this!”