CRASH?!??! FUCKING CRASH?!!??!!
First off, just let me say that I *heart* the Oscars. I watch it every year, there is much cheese and wine, and Matt and I make bets and score ourselves. We both get deeply invested in the Oscars. This is like our Super Bowl. That's not to say that we don't think the whole thing is honky and cheesy and a little bit stupid. We do. But we like it, and about 1/8 of the time, we like the movie that wins.
But seriously folks. This is b*a*n*a*n*a*s.
Holy lord. Crash won the best picture of the year. A movie that Oprah likes (the same Oprah who discovered John Steinbeck and Leo Tolstoy) won. And, seriously, that has to be the only reason it won. The only one I can think of anyway.
I'm seriously pissed about this.
That movie was over acted, over done and slightly less subtle than being hit with a fucking train. Race is a problem. WE GET IT. Oh, did you say that that fire is like the fire of racism? I GET IT. I'M NOT FOUR YEARS OLD. A flipping 13 year old could write that stuff. This is insane.
Wrap your mind around this one folks: a movie with Sandra Bullock, Matt Dillon and Brendan Fraser just won best picture. Just think about that for a few minutes and tell me that you don't think you are in an alternative universe.
Yes, I was an English major. Yes, I'm from the South. But Capote was the best picture of the year. Life is not black and white, with clear cut justice and injustice. Life is not Crash. Life is not all "Oooo we misunderstand each other, I'm going to try harder to be a good person." Life is nuanced and true justice is a myth, and Capote showed that. It was well-acted, well-made, and incredibly well-written. Capote was a film--Crash was a movie.
And Brokeback was pretty good too. The movie captured a feeling, and a nuanced view of love, and beautiful scenery in a way that should be recognized.
Crash?!!?!! Are they kidding me? Are they going to hop out in a few minutes and say, "PSYCH! JUST KIDDING! Put down that G&T, Morgan. It's just 11:00 and we're here to tell you that you can have faith in us again!." I certainly hope so.
CRASH?!!??!!
Lord. Maybe I'm just hungover. But seriously, that movie sucked.
But seriously folks. This is b*a*n*a*n*a*s.
Holy lord. Crash won the best picture of the year. A movie that Oprah likes (the same Oprah who discovered John Steinbeck and Leo Tolstoy) won. And, seriously, that has to be the only reason it won. The only one I can think of anyway.
I'm seriously pissed about this.
That movie was over acted, over done and slightly less subtle than being hit with a fucking train. Race is a problem. WE GET IT. Oh, did you say that that fire is like the fire of racism? I GET IT. I'M NOT FOUR YEARS OLD. A flipping 13 year old could write that stuff. This is insane.
Wrap your mind around this one folks: a movie with Sandra Bullock, Matt Dillon and Brendan Fraser just won best picture. Just think about that for a few minutes and tell me that you don't think you are in an alternative universe.
Yes, I was an English major. Yes, I'm from the South. But Capote was the best picture of the year. Life is not black and white, with clear cut justice and injustice. Life is not Crash. Life is not all "Oooo we misunderstand each other, I'm going to try harder to be a good person." Life is nuanced and true justice is a myth, and Capote showed that. It was well-acted, well-made, and incredibly well-written. Capote was a film--Crash was a movie.
And Brokeback was pretty good too. The movie captured a feeling, and a nuanced view of love, and beautiful scenery in a way that should be recognized.
Crash?!!?!! Are they kidding me? Are they going to hop out in a few minutes and say, "PSYCH! JUST KIDDING! Put down that G&T, Morgan. It's just 11:00 and we're here to tell you that you can have faith in us again!." I certainly hope so.
CRASH?!!??!!
Lord. Maybe I'm just hungover. But seriously, that movie sucked.