So, class, let's review:

[captainsblog]

This year's Best Picture Oscar goes to:
A literally uplifting tale of a grumpy old man finding joy in a balloon ride;
A far cheerier film about an embedded reporter surrounded by blood, gore and exploding bombs.

Last year's Best Picture Oscar went to:
A touching retrospective of a New Orleans woman's life and loves;
A story about exploited young kids from Mumbai, portayed with amazing verisimilitude by, well, exploited young kids from Mumbai.


The previous year?
A legal thriller where the big corporation ultimately gets it in the end;
A rampage of a motion picture where, pretty much, everybody gets it in the end. Or the head. Or the sternum. Possibly all three.

Before that? The Departed. Crash. Million Dollar Baby. Not a dry eye or an uplifted soul in the house.

So rather than fight it, I herewith join it. Out from the drawer, my surefire winner of this coming year's Best Picture award:





Hey. If Oliver! could win, anything is possible.

Comments

[thanatos-kalos.livejournal.com]

dare you to actually write it.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

Write it? Hell, Clint Eastwood's already optioned it.

[bktheirregular]

Has Mr. Smithee ever turned up for his probably numerous Razzie awards?

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

No, but I love that Sandra Bullock showed up at the Razzies to claim her award the night before also going to the Oscars for a real one. Grrl's got class and a sense of humor.

[bktheirregular]

Yeah, I read about that - and was it me, or did she sort of imply that the film's total audience was too small to justify the number of votes she got?