So happy for Marty
OH MY GOD, DID YOU SEE THE OSCARS LAST NIGHT?!?!!?
No? Neither did I.
I did tune in briefly, and caught the Al Gore and Leo bit, which was amusing. That Gore sure can act.
I think the Hollywood let out a collective sigh of relief after seeing Martin Scorcese finally get his best director award. He was basically turning into the Dan Marino of directors.
I thought Departed was good 'n' all, I mean it was "great" even--I loved it... but best picure and best director? Really? Just seems a little lofty for your standard Scorcese flick. I mean, what made The Departed any better, than say, any of his previous 6 snubs? (Which were in reverse chrono: The Aviator, Gangs of New York, Casino, Goodfellas, The Last Temptation of Christ, and Raging Bull). And was The Departed even all that different from any of these other films in which the protagonists are tormented Northeastern males who act a lot like antagonists and generally follow a life of ups and downs before dramatically dying (via murder, usually) in the films final 30 minutes? No, you could argue this was maybe the third best of these (behind Raging Bull and Goodfellas), but certainly no higher than that. So what was the difference? The movies this year sucked.
I didn't see Babel, but wanted to. Didn't see Queen, didn't care to. Didn't see Letters from Iwo Jima, but probably should. I did see Little Miss Sunshine and loved every minute of it. Laughed so hard I cried about 4 times (all related to Alan Arkin's amazing junky granpda character). But really, BEST PICTURE nominee?
Here is what I am saying folks: bad year in movies.
Or, if you disagree with that statement, lets try: DC Josh needs to get out and see more movies in 2007.
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Agreed. Bad Year. Still Somewhere between Gladiator and Raging Bull
this from a guy with Bellydance: Fitness Fusion in his netflix queue.
Touche, James, touche.
Oh, and for the record, that is Pee's movie, not mine.
There is an important lesson here to all you fellas out there who are considering taking the big step (yes, I am referring to sharing your netflix password with your girlfriend or partner), and that is beware the instructional videos. Who knew people actually rented bellydance videos and yoga videos and pillates videos and jah only knows what else??!?!
I'm not saying you shouldn't share that password--some relationships just get to a point where you really just gotta shit or get off the pot with the whole committment thing, and nothing sys committment like sharing your netflix account (ten years ago this was a blockbuster card)--I'm just saying be careful with the password. Good communication is key to successfully and harmoniously sharing a netflix queue. Don't go down that road if you are not personally ready for Bellydance Fusion showing up one Wednesday afternoon when you were expecting Wrestlemania V.
Oh, and be sure to always check your queue when you get that email saying they received your last DVD, make sure she hasn't snuck something instructional or otherwise crappy up to the top of the queue, and if she has, bump it back down a few spots and claim that the DVD in question was currently unavailable or something. Be creative.
And finally, resist e-vitations to be netflix freinds with someone, because the time will come when you really don't want your queue broadcast over the internets (either one), but that friend that you clicked yes to will look at your queue and use your own blog to announce to the world you are renting bellydance videos.
For the record, I was quite disappointed that Bellydance: Fitness Fusion wasn't recognized in the Oscar's this year. Seriously, art direction... sound editing... that video basically invented those categories. I guess the Oscar's folks are just prejudiced against sexy ladies in tight velour outfits.
Anyway, I gotta go count my lucky stars that i have a boyfriend is so unafraid of commitment that he was even willing to take the HUGE leap of faith of sharing the netflix password. Wow.
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