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I added in a couple of last-minute guesses. I realized I saw the Animated Short Film, “Paperman.” It […]
I fell eight short of watching all of the nominated movies I intended to watch. Too little time, lag in OnDemand availability, and disinterest all played a part. Disinterest in watching any movie at all, aka burn-out, and disinterest in seeing a particular film.
I do poorly with violence in films, especially torturous kinds, so “Zero Dark Thirty” is on my nix list. “Argo,” “Flight,” and “Hitchcock,” came late to the OnDemand screen, so I must save them for post-Academy viewing. Also left unseen are “Amour,” “Chasing Ice,” and “The Master.” “Argo,” looked like a loads of fun; next up in the viewing queue. I could pick this film as a winner, based on the trailer alone. But, I won’t. That seems like cheating. Do you think the members of the Academy saw every single picture? Or do you think it’s more like in high school, just vote for their friends or because they want to be in the cool crowd and that’s who the cool people are voting for?
Enough mental meandering. Here are my picks.
Best Picture:
OH MY. This is a tough list. I loved every movie I watched on this list. I’m going with the one that made me think about it the most after viewing.And the nominees are:
I got a little “movied out,” and fell behind on my Oscar nominee watching. Yesterday, I tackled “Anna […]
Photo Friday: Sisterhood of the Kittens
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Photo Friday: The Nor’easter Builds in the Midwest
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I confined y movie watching to the small screen this week. For one thing, I’m in the second […]
Twenty-three years ago Loved One and I met at the Northlight Theatre, “Mississippi Delta.” The only thing I remember about the play is it featured a woman who could pick up a cigarette with her ziggy and blow smoke rings. I wonder if anyone can really do that. Anyways, in “Mississippi Delta,” she was a hit at striptease because of this trick.
I was not looking for love in any place, let alone a play on Super Bowl Sunday, but there he was, confident in his blue jeans. I was late. He saw me slip in.
We bumped into each other at the concession stand. Literally. I turned left with a hot cider and he turned right with a cup of cocoa. We started talking, and it was as if we knew each other all our lives. He says I picked him up. I know better. He thought I was a safe bet when I gave him my business card identifying me as a “Sanitarian/Microbiogist.” I thought he was worth considering, probably not into sports at all, since he was at the Northlight during the Super Bowl. The truth: although I hate to clean, I do love clean; he is a sports fanatic, but has little patience for a bad Super Bowl game; we still stumble over each other, go in opposite directions, and cannot fold a sheet together without some redirection.
We celebrate Super Bowl Sunday as our anniversary; often with dinner and a play on Saturday, so we can watch the Super Bowl, too, just in case it’s a good game. This year is no exception.
I got this postcard in the mail:
I scribble on the back of the card:
“Ted” is nominated for Best Song. This clip is probably all anyone needs to see of the movie. […]