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It always surprises me when I notice some speck on my glasses obstructing my vision and I take them off and they are absolutely filthy (in terms of eyeglasses) with an eyelash and dust and dried dots from snow or rain. Its like, how do my eyes not notice this?
I try not to care about the Oscars, and in the grand scheme of things, I truly don't. but watching them, its hard not for me to get caught up in it. I've watched them pretty much every year since I was kid, back when I didn't even know what the hell movies they were talking about. Most of these viewings have been on my own and maybe its just better that way. This year I wasn't completely alone, there were occasional guest appearances from DYA on the couch, and there was ongoing commentary on IM with Angelina. And you can view the pleasure we had, because I'm going to post the entire 4 hour IM conversation behind this cut! Just kidding. We did say some funny isht though. And it reminded me of being a teenager and watching television while being on the phone with my friend, watching the same show. Except we were much dirtier. And snarkier.
I can't believe The Departed won best picture. But the one that really broke my heart is that it won Best Adapted Screenplay. The only category where Children of Men was nominated! But I also would have accepted Notes on a Scandal, since I read that novel last week, and thought they did a great job of adapting that novel to the screen. But instead we get The Departed?? Part of me died inside.
On Saturday night, in the middle of the ice storm, I walked over to the Logan to meet Coco and S-M for a last-minute viewing of Babel. I had some wicked low expectations. Which means I ended up enjoying myself! I mean, sort of. I should say, I didn't think the movie sucked. I think there were some amazing moments -- either in acting, or in plot, or in visuals. But the narrative pacing got all fcked up at the end for me, I lost all my ability to suspend disbelief, which threatened to undo lots of it. I don't think I can see his movies anymore. They are super relentless and tense with some big bummer endings. It is not particularly either a pleasurable or cathartic experience for me. But whatever, I keep looking at von Trier's movies even though they're also like punches in the face and kicks in the gut, so I'm sure I'll be back.
I try not to care about the Oscars, and in the grand scheme of things, I truly don't. but watching them, its hard not for me to get caught up in it. I've watched them pretty much every year since I was kid, back when I didn't even know what the hell movies they were talking about. Most of these viewings have been on my own and maybe its just better that way. This year I wasn't completely alone, there were occasional guest appearances from DYA on the couch, and there was ongoing commentary on IM with Angelina. And you can view the pleasure we had, because I'm going to post the entire 4 hour IM conversation behind this cut! Just kidding. We did say some funny isht though. And it reminded me of being a teenager and watching television while being on the phone with my friend, watching the same show. Except we were much dirtier. And snarkier.
I can't believe The Departed won best picture. But the one that really broke my heart is that it won Best Adapted Screenplay. The only category where Children of Men was nominated! But I also would have accepted Notes on a Scandal, since I read that novel last week, and thought they did a great job of adapting that novel to the screen. But instead we get The Departed?? Part of me died inside.
On Saturday night, in the middle of the ice storm, I walked over to the Logan to meet Coco and S-M for a last-minute viewing of Babel. I had some wicked low expectations. Which means I ended up enjoying myself! I mean, sort of. I should say, I didn't think the movie sucked. I think there were some amazing moments -- either in acting, or in plot, or in visuals. But the narrative pacing got all fcked up at the end for me, I lost all my ability to suspend disbelief, which threatened to undo lots of it. I don't think I can see his movies anymore. They are super relentless and tense with some big bummer endings. It is not particularly either a pleasurable or cathartic experience for me. But whatever, I keep looking at von Trier's movies even though they're also like punches in the face and kicks in the gut, so I'm sure I'll be back.
