moving forward and standing still?

So, Oscar nominations were released this morning and were essentially the predictable bunch of folks that have been making the rounds all month. However a few interesting little twists arose at the crack of dawn this morning; here are my surprises:

1) Two of my favorite people of the year didn't make it into the running for Oscar gold. Christopher Nolan's absence from the Best Directing category makes me wonder what sort of game these people are playing. Look, I understand he's been put up in Original Screenplay and the Best Picture category, but why snub him in directing? To make way for David O. Russel? (Who, just because your entire cast got nominated, doesn't mean you automatically deserve a nomination, Lee Daniels.) Additionally, a member of my favorite young cast is missing: Andrew Garfield. His heartbreaking performance has been earning him a nod at just about every award ceremony out there, but the Oscar fuddy-duddies have snubbed him in the Best Supporting Actor Category. Look, no one actually thinks he'll win (after all, Christian Bale lost a ton of weight and played a drug addict this year), but the brilliance of the Social Network's bright young cast deserves to be recognized. Sure, they may have done the right thing and given a nod to True Grit's Hailee Steinfeld, but they are not making progressive steps to disband their "old boys club" reputation.

2) No Blue Valentine love? The film only received one notable nomination for Michelle Williams in the Best Actress category. Her counterpart Ryan Gosling was passed up in favor of James Franco's equally disturbing performance in 127 Hours. Though this film wasn't going to receive any nods in the technical or writing categories, I thought for sure it would be a shoo in with the move to 10 nominations for Best Picture. Quite honestly I could do without 127 Hours up for the best of the year.

3) Perhaps the most purposeless and perplexing oversight came in the form of Inception passed over for Editing. It almost felt arbitrary for me; sure, lets give 'em all the other categories but not editing just so we don't tip the scales and have an action movie as the most nominated film of the year? I don't want to sound like this is some big conspiracy against mainstream cinema amid the artistic prestige of the year, but let's be honest, Inception was one of the best things out there. It's been dry, and we all deserved to have a little fun and shouldn't feel bad about it.

4) Finally a nod for Javiar Bardem. Finally.

I'm not quite sure what to do with this year's list of nominations. In relation to this year's odd mix of triumphs and typical fair, it's hard to see any logic or reasoning behind a number of their choices. It felt like they gave up: sure, lets just give the Coen Brothers the most nominations, and The Kings Speech a strong second. They're classic films that "deserve" to be recognized. And all this is to be expected (every. single. year.), but why throw in some deserving nods and hold back on others? Is this an attempt to appease all? I get that you're trying to be hip, Oscars, by nominating Tron Legacy and Inception, but a clear overview on this year's best films seems to be muddled in this crowd-pleasing process. Figure it out, Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. You'll never be the cool, hip parent with traditional values.

why, God, why?

snooze cruise

I have a pretty strong love-hate relationship with the Golden Globes. On the one hand they are complete crap: annually a shameful celebration of Hollywood money-making and a sad-excuse for honoring TV and film's markers of excellence. On the other, they give me someone to blame for all the recognition that these pathetic money-grubbing whores have received for the last twelve months. Quite honestly, I really sort of enjoy yelling at the television while the Hollywood Foreign Press Association doles out a dramatically undeserved award to the biggest blockbuster of the year (see 2010).

But this year it was all so predictable. I have nothing to talk about! Beyond the drama surrounding their poor nominations and the recent scandal, the actual award show turned out to be quite tame. The Social Network rightfully dominated the major categories, Colin Firth took home his age-old gold, and Glee triumphed with all it's heartwarming family-friendly speeches. Nothing shocking. Nothing to yell at. Nothing to even keep me interested. Where was Sean Penn when we needed him? (see last year's Oscars. And the one before that.) Why couldn't someone have stormed out? (see Dreamgirls) I didn't even get a genuine weeping speech. I hate the Golden Globes for yet another reason. And I am once again asking myself why I watch it in the first place. But I know I can't resist. Because Sean Penn is still out there, and Christian Bale might just punch someone if he doesn't win.

Here's to hoping for more alcohol at the SAG awards. Till then, someone had better begin to break Oscar nomination rules.

critical crap part 2

So the first award show of the season has finished for the evening and I'm trying to remember what damn awards they even gave out. I spent two hours watching awkward celebrities pretend to laugh at terribly scripted jokes. Where were those technical awards? Oh yeah, they just handed them all off to Inception mid-show to save time.

Now I will give the Broadcast Critics Association one thing: they managed to pull it together a bit towards the end. Sorkin and Fincher got their respective nods (Good call, David, choosing to opt out of this one), Firth gave his quasi-eloquent speech, and we had our two reigning films. Quite honestly they had me scared for bit: I though Black Swan might go in for a sweep (I shutter to think). Portman got her argueably rightful win (glad to see her gaining a bit more weight by the way), but I fear that the real motivation behind that one was the fact that VH1's audience has no clue who the hell else any of those nominees are.

In sum: cringe-inducing variety spectacular.
Last question: Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to fore go the host in favor for the cast of Jackass 3D acting out the most famous movie-moments of the year? So much more breath could be wasted on this one.

critical crap part 1

So I'm approximately an hour into the first major award show of the season, and I'm awfully confused. You see, VH1/MTV conglomerate, you already have the MTV Movie Awards which chooses to make an absolute ass of itself around June of every year. So why this crap? It's sort of like one cruel joke for all those award nominees who'll be bumping elbows and sipping champagne through January and February. I mean, they've got Steven Spielberg and Geoffrey Rush locked in a room listening to the Kardashians attempt to compare this year's excellent selection of documentary films to their own sad excuse for entertainment. Sorry ladies, no one actually believes you sat through a documentary. And don't get me started on Maroon 5's presence as the "in house band." It all feels like one tacky Bar mitzvah.

Oh and how I have yet to begin on the winners tonight. I'll attempt to restrain myself, but since when is inventing a Best Action film category a real way to make up for the fact that Dark Night wasn't nominated for that Best Picture Oscar? And Best Comedy? Jesus fucking christ. I'm not sure how many d-list star award announcements I can take, but I've nearly reached my boiling point. (And this fact is incredibly unsettling considering the Hollywood-fest I have in store with the Globes on Sunday). I'm not sure how this is going to play out but I suspect an unfortunate progression towards victory for Avatar (posthumously). Because frankly this shit has pathetic train wreck written all over it.

And now I'm watching Quintin Tarantino accept an award he deserves but should never accept. This is my hell: watching sweaty, disgusting, coked-up Tarantino babble on about his "craft." I swear to god I feel you right now, Steven.

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