Perhaps he just did. I think they’re doing Best Actor soon?
Good luck to him, in any case. Here is more proof of his awesomeness.
Personally, I think I am most excited for Albert Nobbs 2: The Nobbening.
* I can’t handle embedding right at this second. It’s not working.
I am sad to say that I cannot watch the Oscars tonight. I need to be writing a script, and, in fact, should not even be doing this post right now. I am a procrastinating QUEEN (arghhhh! damn you, deadlinessssss! What a world, what a world.).
That said, I also have to admit that I am not so invested in the Oscars this year. I have only seen one of the films up for Best Picture (The Artist), and besides that I’m rooting for Bridesmaids for Original Screenplay and for Harry Potter 7 Part 2 to win SOMETHING and…that’s about it. I’m invested in those not just because I’ve seen them, but because I think they are awesome.
My lack of preparation wasn’t really intentional. I meant to see Hugo. And The Descendants. And a lot of things. The Help is the next thing that will be delivered to me when I finally watch and return The Social Network.* It just didn’t quite happen. And the fact that movies in NYC are so damn expensive did not help much.
I am very curious how Billy does and plan to watch his opening number in fifteen minutes (how could I not?). I’m excited he is returning and I think going with a classic, who everyone always loves and enjoys and, most importantly, who knows how to improvise and roll with every high and low and crazy moment, is the right choice. Why didn’t they do that sooner?
Sidebar: I think they should stop comparing him to Ricky Gervais and hosts being mean. That’s not the issue here. They need someone who can handle this place and the comparison is to last year.
And I’ve been watching five minutes of the red carpet every so often just for the heck of it.
Sidebar: um…why is Sandra Bullock talking about “sexytimes?”
But besides that, I don’t know how much I’ll get to see tonight. And while I actually do enjoy watching the Oscars, even for the hilariously bad moments, I don’t have a frame of reference for very much this year, so I think it would be hard to feel engaged. If The Artist wins things, I will rejoice for it, but I don’t know if I’m exactly rooting for it since I don’t quite know what it’s up against.
Except for Uggie. Uggie should win everything.
It took me pretty much the whole time left to write this…Oscars 2012, here we goooooooo!
* I finally just watched and loved True Grit. So maybe in a year and a half I’ll be ready for the show.
I do not appreciate Billy Crystal as Tin Tin, and why did he quote the Men’s Wearhouse guy???
Did not love Billy’s song. And the music was too loud, he had to compete with it. In fact, ABC is being really loud in general.
Also, I love Carl Suebo, the seat-filler…except now I am confused since Tom Hanks said he’s just a guy…so what was the point of that? That was a lot of time on nothing if he isn’t actually that guy. But whoever he is, he was very happy and appreciative looking and wearing a baby blue tux. Hell yeah, that guy.
Emma Stone wins out of all of the presenters so far, Crystal included.
And Christopher Plummer is the best.
I clearly watched too much of this…must go now…
I am so clearly bad about posting, it’s just sad. The strike was for one day, it’s not an excuse.
And it’s not like I’m done here. I am constantly having ideas for posts, for things to share, for new features to try! When I watch something, I end up thinking in terms of how I would write it up on this blog, yet I don’t stop and take the time to actually do so. Pathetic. And the more time that passes, the harder it seems to start again. Not to mention that I always feel that I need to reintroduce myself, to recommit to you, dear reader, and pledge to try harder, to be better.
I suppose my thinking I need an introduction is really just an attempt to take a moment to transition from silence to starting again, so it doesn’t come out of nowhere. I am aware that I’ve been bad. I’m calling after too long, wondering how best to catch you up, awkwardly hoping you remember me and worrying that you don’t.
But screw that. It’s a new year, so let’s just kick this pig.
I’m not going to give you any pledges because who knows what will happen.
But I can start again.
This is my transition.
Here I go.