The 85th Academy Awards
Movies about hopeless losers living below the poverty level don’t pack much entertainment value for the holiday season, and despite the presence of Naomi Watts and Matt Dillon, a depressing dirge called Sunlight Jr. seems headed for a box office burial long before anybody brings out the eggnog.
Update: Well, now we have an extra hour and a half of the red carpet! Talk amongst yourselves!
What is it about the Academy Awards? Intellectually, it’s hard to muster up that much enthusiasm about who “wore it best” (Ang Lee) or how modest Katniss will be in her acceptance speech, hopefully avoiding a First Wives’ Club reference that sounded like she was hating on Meryl Streep this time. And yet … we still feel compelled to watch. Maybe it’s because secretly, deep down, we still find it fascinating that the guy who does the voice of Stewie looks like the host of a reality game show about finding true love by having a dance-off on a stripper pole.
Or maybe it’s because we’re just suckers, who deep down believe that Beasts of the Southern Wild might still possibly have a chance against Argo or Lincoln.
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Tonight is the 85th Academy Awards, and for all intents and purposes it should be a good one. Look at all those serious films, and the one movie by Quentin Tarantino! And with big snubs for Best Director for both Argo and Zero Dark Thirty, does that mean one of them will be be sweeping up the Best Picture Award as a consolation prize? And most importantly, is it too late to write in a ballot for Javier Bardem in Skyfall? Because he was great.
We’re sure that Seth MacFarlane will do a serviceable job hosting the 85th Academy Awards in two weeks, but come on. Wouldn’t you much rather watch comedian Zach Galifianakis put his faux-awkward interview technique to good use and grill Christoph Waltz, Jennifer Lawrence and Amy Adams for two hours instead? We don’t even need to root for winners when watching the latest installment of Between Two Ferns…the losers are a funnier lot anyway.
It’s quite something to behold a bare-chested man jumping around in a cherry red kangaroo suit. As we entered the youthful domain of the New Victory Theater’s gala honoring the Australia Council for the Arts, there he was.
A hodgepodge of theater philanthropists and celebrities entered slowly behind us, passing not only kangaroo-man but an assembly of cast members from Melbourne’s Circus Oz, the current holiday show at the venue.
Put a staggering accomplishment called The Impossible, from Spanish director J. A. Bayona, at the top of the season’s must-see list. This intense nerve-shredder about a vacationing family separated in the violent and unexpected Indian Ocean tsunami that struck the southeast coast of Asia on Dec. 26, 2004, is the most wrenching disaster movie in Read More
“Nudes, ladies and dudes! Welcome to the 21st annual Take Home a Nude art auction and party benefiting the New York Academy of Art.”
Newsweek‘s current issue features its annual pre-nominations “Oscar roundtable”–and either it’ll look dated when nominations are announced tomorrow, or we need to adjust our predictions! The panelists are likely nominees George Clooney and Viola Davis (the working-it pair both recently appeared together on an Entertainment Weekly cover, too), as Read More
In spite of a fusillade of P.R. overkill about what a brave, risk-taking actor he is, and how he spent five hours a day in a makeup chair squirming, Leonardo DiCaprio’s portrait of a balding, sweaty, gristle-chewing, half-mad J. Edgar Hoover is gimmicky play acting. J. Edgar, Clint Eastwood’s exhausting chronicle of power obsession about the enigmatic, self-serving egomaniac who, as director of the F.B.I., kept America trembling with terror for half a century under the phony guise of patriotism, is a long, tedious and hollow disappointment.
The name of an Old Testament matriarch, Naomi means “my pleasant one” in Hebrew. But since it was the 401st most popular baby name in 1970, keeping all the prominent forty-something Naomis straight is anything but pleasant. Become an OWS authority with this guide to the thinkers and writers involved in the movement. Plus, a couple of red herring Naomis to watch out for!