Less than an hour before this stuff is moot. Actually, it was moot long before that.
Best Picture: Million Dollar Baby. DING DING DING! I'd prefer Sideways, and I don't think Aviator will be seen as good enough (but will get its award below). Also, M$B is, despite what people pro- and con- might say, a Crowd Pleaser(tm), and that clinches it in my opinion. Edit: Nope, didn't have it backwards.
Martin Scorsese. ERRRRNNNT! It's better than Gangs of NY, Polanski and Eastwood have theirs. Edit: I'm gonna have this completely backwards, aren't I?
Best Actor: DING DING DING! Paul Giamatti. No wait, that's not right. I meant: Paul Giamatti. Damn it, what's wrong with my fingers. I'm talking about the guy who played the blind R&B singer. You know -- Paul Giamatti. Edit: Congratulations, Paul.
Best Actress: Hillary Swank. DING DING DING! I'm a firm believer in The Formula, as created by Scott Renshaw. Prove him wrong, Academy, prove him wrong.
Best Supporting Actor:
Thomas Haden Church. ERRRRNNNT! A showier role than Morgan Freeman's. Are they really going to give Freeman an Oscar for narration? A: Yes.
Best Supporting Actress:
Virginia Madsen. ERRRRNNNT! I'm probably wrong on this one; it'll probably go to Cate. I love her, but c'mon. Edit: C'MON!.
Best Original Screenplay: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. DING DING DING! Oh, they fuckin' better. Edit: Okay, Academy Awards, you may continue for another year.
Best Adapted Screenplay: Sideways. DING DING DING! Probably the only one this movie will win.
Update: Thelma Schoonmaker wins for editing! I was not more than twenty feet from her, just a couple weeks ago! I could've asked her a question, but fortunately I realized she wasn't Verna Fields and she didn't edit Jaws!
No new stuff yet, but the urge to blog... rising. Until then, some shout-outs to the film geeks out there that make it all worthwhile:
Again, if you haven't checked out Martin's No Matter. Try Again. Fail Again. Fail Better., do so. He's tearing shit up, and giving good marks to a Cassavetes film. Kza approves. Oh, and why not see what Christine's been drawing, while you're there?
Start spreading the news... Cineblog is back, baby. And I'm not posting the link just because Greg has been kindly carting my fat ass downtown and back for several weeks to see Michael Powell movies.
Scott Black's day for night has gone through more iterations than Doctor Who, but that's what makes him so lovable. And if you're a movie, you'd best bring it, cuz the man is tough.
Dread Pirate Steve Carlson has forgotten more about grimy cult movies and trashy sexploitation flicks then you've even tried to remember, beeyotch. Find out just how much over at The Ongoing Cinematic Education of Steven Carlson.
I've searched for years for the filth in Matt Lotti's film.sm.to, but no luck. Stay for the reviews, tho; there's at least one guaranteed to make you scream in frustration. That's the man's brilliance.
Socialretard: player of pool, death metal enthusiast, and his music-fu is unstoppable. He's also realized that Film Lovers Are Sick People.
The mysterious Quack Corleone made an offer I couldn't refuse: read his(?) thoughtful film criticism at The Duck Mafia or find a swan head in my bed.
When Luke isn't constantly updating the eclectic popthoughts, he's organizing movie clubs, writing printworthy record reviews, and composing list after list. Fuckin' slacker.
I've probably forgotten to mention a lot of people, but it would be criminal to not mention Stennie, Queen of Turner Classic Movies. Well, TCM doesn't have a queen, but they should, dammit. If it's in black and white -- hell, even if it isn't -- she's probably seen it.