The Oscar race always loses drama in the six weeks between nominations and the actual awards. Because there is little that fluxtates. SAG, PGA, DGA and WGA all awarded No Country for Old Men top accolades and Oscar is going to follow suit. BAFTA went for Atonement, but the film is as dead as Keira Knightley's character in the tube station. BAFTA threw a curve ball into the Best Actress race when they went for Marion Cotillard over BRITISH vet Julie Christie. YAY. I still have hope for a Cotillard victory.
SAG threw everything in Best Supporting Actress out of whack when they picked Ruby "1924" Dee. I still have a hunch that Amy Ryan will win. But I am truly not sure. However I am SURE of Day-Lewis and Bardem wins. Another great thing is that the Oscars will actually happen because the writer's strike is almost over. (A blog on that miraculous development later). I am pysched for a Falling Slowly performance. I cannot wait to see Amy "ROBBED" Adams perform Happy Working Song with all her creature friends and Broadway diva Kristin Chenoweth tear through That's How You Know.
Speaking of the marvelous Amy Adams, she and many of Hollywood brightest leading ladies appeared on the gorgeous Annie Leibovitz photographed cover of Vanity Fair. The cover page featured Adams, Emily Blunt (whom I love), Anne Hathaway (whom, despite being in the minority on this, I also love) and also JESSICA BIEL.
That's right Justin Timberlake's girlfriend was featured, while Hollywood IT girl Ellen Page was relegated to the inside flap second page. I can't even name a Jessica Biel movie and I write a blog about movies. She really must have the world's best publicist or she must have fucked Annie Leibovitz. I am not sure how she got there, but she did. And just like her, we are all a little more mediocre for it. I really can't stand Biel. In fact I can't stand any of Young Hollywood's Jessica. That means Biel, Alba, and of course discount mart Simpson. If only Page and Biel could have played swapsies. But Blunt and Adams make all good and truly Leibovitz could take a camera phone picture of her own bowel movement and it would be considered high art.
Speaking of all good. Lost premiered two weeks ago and the best show on TV continues to make life worth living in these doldrums of winter. So what do we know at the beginning of season 4? Locke is going nuts, six people get back to the real world, people aren't who they say they are, and there may have been two Oceanic flight 815s? So basically we know very little more than we did in the first, second, and third seasons. But it is fucking entertaining as hell and Matthew Fox is delivering one of the best and underrated performances on TV.The Grammys were presented on Sunday night and Amy Winehouse was the big winner picking up awards for Best New Artist, and Song and Record of the Year. Feist went 0 for 1,2,3,4 Awards she was up for. Kanye West was the other big winner of the night performing a beautiful tribute to his mom Donda.
If Donda has taught us one thing in the world it's that you shouldn't get mother fucking plastic surgery. She has also taught us how not to raise a child. I'm sorry but Kanye is a great artist, but he is the most vain and ego-crazy artist in the world. He gets pissed when he doesn't win everything and he thinks that the general human guidelines of humility and gratitude just don't apply to him. He's really nauseating. He needs to get ther fuck over himself because a lot of people are losing interest and are seriously turned off. Oh yeah and Herbie Hancock beat Amy Winehouse for album of the year. Herbie Hancock WTF??? Back to Black was the album of the year and should have been recognized as such but Amy did win 5 beautys, she looked healthier than ever and a crack pipe was no wear to be seen.
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Thanks for ruining Atonement for me, Yerxa. Geez.
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