The nominations for this year’s Academy Awards came out today, and while a lot of other better informed, better thought-out, better written sites will have their two cents to suck on and hope they pass the Breathalyzer, here’s my wheat penny’s worth.
Um, hello…? The Dark Knight anybody? Sure, Heath Ledger received his well-deserved posthumous nomination for his portrayal/reinvention of the Joker, but where’s the Best Picture nod? This film was hands down a surefire contender, if not the absolute best. I thought the original Batman Beginswas award-worthy, and the sequel was ten times smarter, darker, and realistic than, gah, well I guess The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and Slumdog Millionaire (the other three are based on true stories, and we all know that’s code for loose adaptation).
Don’t get me wrong – I love David Fincher and Danny Boyle (Trainspotting – ‘natch), and I’m happy to see them nominated as well, but where’s Chris Nolan’s nod? And although I found Slumdog to be fascinating and worthy, Button kinda bit it. I wanted to love the film, like I do Fight Club and Seven, but the intercutting between “Katrina’s coming” New Orleans and the overwhelming similarity to Forrest Gump (which screenwriter Eric Roth also scripted) sank it for me.
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OTHER WHEAT PENNIES:
I am glad that Martin McDonagh got nominated for writing In Bruges. My friend, Chris, had recommended checking it out before I visited Belgium last year, and I wish I had… Bruges looked like a dream, except you’re awake (check out the film – it’s awesome).
Holla at Robert Downey, Jr! Nominated not only for a role in a comedy film, but for wearing black face in Tropic Thunder. Whodathunk?
WALL-E got nominated for Best Animated Feature. WHOOPT-E FUCK-N DO. Why should Beauty and the Beast continue to carry the distinction of the only animated film nominated for Best Picture when this (and Finding Nemo) blow it away?
In closing… my friend, Dave, asked if I had seen The Reader yet. I had told him I hadn’t, but I heard Kate Winslet was nude in it, to which he replied, “When is she not?” I dubbed her the female Harvey Keitel, and he did a spit-take with his coffee.