Oscars, Who Cares?

The 80th annual Oscars were last night and I chose to watch a spot on the wall instead. My apathy stems from several sources: the nominees were uninspiring to me and consequently the winners were disappointing and I've grown bored with pretty things like sparkly dresses and paper cut out thespians.

Reading the results of the Auber awards show was equally as uninspiring.

In my opinion, the only movies worth winning were Juno and Michael Clayton but the boring and dry 'No Country for Old Men' took the top prize and I didn't see the movie that Daniel Day Lewis won for best actor; however, I am surprised Lewis could choke out a speech between crying fits about Heath Ledger.

Actually, Lewis and I had a torrid affair in the '90s, it began with 'Last of the Mohicans' and ended with 'In The Name of the Father', our romance collapsed in Ireland and if a love affair is going to go rotten, why not in the land of shamrocks?

Oh but let us honour the scrumptious, uhm, I mean talented, Javier Bardem; he is the only part of 'No country' that I enjoyed and he adds much needed richness and layers to this monotonous movie that try as I might, I could not become invested in the characters or storyline. Javier is a Spanish jewel who devours his characters and the screen and I am not prone to swooning over movie stars but he gives me the vapours.

Tilda Swinton, the androgynous actor won for Best Supporting Actress in Michael Clayton which is deserved I suppose, in a tepid, mediocre sort of way. There are some actors whose appeal I don't get and Swinton is one of them, congrats on winning the golden, bald dude.

I didn't see La Vie en Rose and what of Atonement?

I swear, if the British make one more movie about snot nosed, rambunctious little kids living in a big mansion struggling with boredom and malcontent, I am going to ask that America declare them a nation of terrorists and destroy their ability to further clutter the motion picture industry with their drivel. There is no atoning for Atonement, it is beyond boring and I gave it two opportunities, both times my Dry Eye Syndrome was triggered.

How did you feel about the nominees and the winners this year at the Oscars?

Do you think the writers strike put a damper on the celebrations for the public?

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