Thursday, January 8, 2009

For Your Consideration...

Coming up on the 'strom, we'll be seeing The Reader, Button, Good, Waltz with Bashir, and Gran Torino. I'm really only looking forward to the Eastwood movie.

Award season. How I hate it. I mean, seriously, how stupid are the people who make up the various voting panels that every single movie has to be released at the end of the year or they'll forget about it during award times?

Well, maybe not stupid. Just as unaffected by movies as the general public, perhaps. (Do you remember what you saw a year ago? I can: Kite Runner, Bucket List, Sweeney Todd, There Will Be Blood...why, no, I'm not reading my blog from a year ago, why do you ask?)

But I won't be seeing those this weekend, because this weekend is After Dark. So, I'll be seeing movies with titles like "Dying Breed" and "Murder on Sorrority Row IV: The Exsanguination". Movies whose titles will never see the inside of an awards envelope.

Some will be better than the five movies mentioned at the top.


  1. Hey if The Reader is anything like The Reader_iam it will delete itself after five minutes.

  2. I can't wait to see Gran Torino.

    I wish there were an awards show that split movies up into genre: best comedy, best horror, best sci-fi... then some of the stuff that's actually good will have a chance to be recognized. Now they get beat out every year by some boring, trite, or politically fashionable drama.

    Seriously, I was ecstatic when Silence of the Lambs won because it was actually not some stupid melodrama. I just looked it up, and Titanic beat out LA Confidential: what. the. hell. and The English Patient beat out Fargo. Just the fact that the Prince of Tides was even nominated is an insult.

  3. lol @ Trooper

    This is my huge resistance to seeing Milk. It might be a good movie but how do you know? It's "important", so it'll win awards.

    The Golden Globes do a little of that splitting up. Stephen King always throws a few horror flicks in his top 10. But, yeah, it's a little dumb, as Woody Allen famously noted to have your space-opera sci-fi in with your neurotic NYC comedies.


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