March-May Doldrums

The Oscars. Can't say that I enjoyed it, but I watched it. And that's what counts.

I did, however read a writeup from this morning which pretty much affirmed everything I already knew - that the only good American actors left have either already won, are too weird, or are no longer willing to take the exploitive roles that tend to get attention. Or we're just kind of tired of their shit.

So we turned to Europe.

I'm down with Tilda Swinton. Power to Javier Bardem. Marion Cotillard is cute as hell, even if I suspect that her Edith Piaf getup fits under the exploitation category mentioned above (the sort of thing that two-time winner Hilary Swank has really embraced). Daniel Day Lewis is the sort of guy who does very few movies but does them all justice. Especially this latest one.

Anyway, go ahead and read the article. Yknow, for pearls like the following:

After shaving its head and driving drunk around the globe with no panties, calling itself the Antichrist, and finally abandoning its children, totaling its SUV and getting its ass kicked in the parking lot of the Persian Gulf, America is realizing that it is internationally loathed, broke, soulless, tasteless, fat, drunk, malicious, greedy and stupid, and has been generally behaving like a lousy excuse for a world superpower for long enough to lose all its friends and position.

[Lifted from Salon]

I'll miss this award-season circlejerk.