Crap

So, Crap I mean Crash won the best picture Oscar, and not Brokeback. As one of my friends said, WTF? It's not that Brokeback lost period, though it did deserve to win. It's that it lost to this stinker. Convoluted, contrived, about as subtle as Dolly's tits--the kind of movie the vapid airheads in Los Angeles think is "quality," "important," "brave." Hogwash. They also love it because it's about their city, and they are a city of navel-gazers who are addicted to their cars. Okay, so some of the acting was really good in Crash, including Matt Dillon, Thandie Newton, and the actor who played the locksmith. But it was ruined by its script--which, gulp, also won an undeserved Oscar. Everyone was so over-the-top racist, I didn't believe a word of it.

So, I am pissed. Poor Brokeback. Oh well, the really great films usually never win. So Brokeback is in good company. Did homophobia play a part? Probably a little bit. But it's too facile to blame it only on that. After all, it was the most nominated film.

Overall, I enjoyed the show. Jon Stewart was great. I also loved Meryl Streep and Lily Tomlin introducing Robert Altman. (Now there's a man who has made some great, multi-layred and multi-plotted films. How come Nashville didn't win and a piece of claptrap like Crash takes home the prize? Sigh.)

I won BOTH of the betting pools I entered--the first time I've ever won one of those that offered substantial amounts of cash! Apparently, I tied for first in my Austin-based pool because I picked the pimp song from Hustle & Flow. I didn't realize what a shitty song it was, but I'm glad I picked it!

Well, another awards season has come and gone. Soon the Oscar chase will begin again. But right now Hollywood is dumping all its crap on us. Which means I can catch up on stuff I missed, like Cache, Match Point, The New World, and King Kong.