Oscar de la ranta
Up WTF?
As the Oscars loom heavy on the horizon, they seem about as relevant as a formal apology from Kanye West for throwing a tantrum in a public toilet. The 82nd Annual Academy Awards are about as chichi as wearing socks with sandals.
For starters, what’s with having 10 nominations for Best Picture? Is it all just a scam to get more box office returns for artier fare like An Education? Or is it a desperate bid to maintain some integrity and recognize more auteur driven vehicles like Precious or A Serious Man?
And can people still say “it’s an honour just to be nominated” when just about every studio and producer has multiple nods?
Another bone of contention is in the Best Animated Feature Film category. While it might be nice to see Wes Anderson win for Fantastic Mr. Fox, the inclusion of Up in this category and also as a nominee for a Best Picture makes it a no-brainer shoe-in, does it not? Don’t get me wrong, I’m down with Up, but this is one orgy I’m backing out of.
Okay, I haven’t seen the Blind Side, so forgive my ignorance, but I have a hard time believing that Sandra Bullock delivered an Oscar-calibre performance in what, for all intents and purposes, looks like a mealy-mouthy after school special.
These type of performances are usually pretty cliché and saccharine, and why should anyone reward that? Harrumph!
And what’s the point of nominating Meryl Streep again? She wore out her welcome with that “dingo stole my baby” bit, like, 20 years ago.
All things considered I’d say the Oscars are about as edgy as Lawrence Welk tearing into a rousing rendition of “Calcutta” on his accordion.
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