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Oscar Is A Friend of Mine

The world watches on ... well, some of us do.

The world watches on ... well, some of us do.

Ugh. I’m doing a horrible job the past few days of being anything but apathetic to my present state. Every night I go home and stare at a list of 5 (make that 15) films I need to see and an even longer list of to-do’s staring me in the face sceaming at me to get done. Let me start over.

I just got back from the Bahamas.

I know. I know. It’s a tough life over here for Uncle Bryce, but the fact of the matter is, just like the last time I returned from those southeast isles (embrace for onslaught of fruit), I returned less motivated than when I left. I was in a pretty good place too, before I went. I was working out. I was eating great. I was watching great films. I was reading great books.

Then the cruise hit me. Or should I say, I hit the cruise. Rather, I hit the buffet line on board the cruise. Ugh. Do you see where I’m coming from now? Do you see the self-induced apathy that comes in the wake of such pithy living!?

Well, here we are in Oscar season and I must admit: I do love myself a good ol’ unwatched telecast. Isn’t that the case? Didn’t just over 13 people watch them last year? I did. Well, on DVR, two days later.

I’m the perfect critic, I know.

I wanted to sign on and let the first round fly as I give my Shoulda Win But Won’t Oscar nods. Without further bloviating, the first one that comes to mind is The Dark Knight. It was my favorite film of this year and the only film that I saw three times in the theater. I saw WALL-E four. I saw Kung Fu Panda two, but one of them was on a cruise ship. Okay, that was the last mention, promise. Pinky swear.

I wish The Dark Knight would win Best Picture, but it won’t. I wish that W. – George Dubya – would get some face time on stage to defend himself from the masses (if only he could be heard above the boo’s). And I wish that somehow, Borat would make an appearance. Oh, when dreams come true.

Side note: if you think about it, the Oscars are one big fashion show and Bruno – Baron Cohen’s newest character – is in the business of crashing those fateful parades. So eh, you never know?

Before I go, I want to be honest with you, the reader (heck, its about time I was honest with me, the writer). I haven’t seen any of the potential Oscar nom’s yet. I’m being serious. I’m going to pause to let that soak in. I literally have seen nearly zero of them so far — Benjamin Button, Frost/Nixon, The Reader, Revolutionary Road, Doubt, Gran Torino, Slumdog, Milk – none of them. I feel horrible, but I needed to get it in writing. Soon, very soon, things will change. I’ve been neglecting my writing. I apologize. I just gotta get this dang tan toned down first, its killin’ my rep.

January 14, 2009 Posted by | Entertainment | , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment