A (belated) happy valentines day…

Crazy (Jack Nicholson) meets The Most Undeserving Lead Actress Oscar Winner (Helen Hunt) to winning effect. Enjoy…and I hope you had a happy Valentines Day.

"You have really nice teeth".

She had me at Catch Me If You Can and she has had my attention (and adoration) ever since. So enjoy some of my Amy Adams lusting.

I hate cinema.

Awful. Awful. Awful.

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Day dreaming…who would you want to present you with your Oscar?

Without a doubt mine would be Bette Davis. (Or failing that, James Franco so I can pull an Adrian Brody style attack).

10 thoughts on the BAFTA ceremony 2009…

1. I’ve Loved You So Long finally gets some major recognition with the Foreign Language BAFTA. About time too!
2. Goldie Hawn, Sharon Stone and Kylie Minogue as presenters? With those Carry On references during Pinewood Studios’ Honorary Award. Gay icon overload! (Although you would think Minogue’s cinematic contribution – minus Moulin Rouge! – would automatically exempt her from such gatherings).
3. Mickey Rourke gives another wonderful acceptance speech. Before BAFTA I was torn between Rourke and Sean Penn. Now I’m a fully fledged Rourke supporter. Give him the Oscar!
4. Original Screenplay is the most enjoyable award this season, with Milk taking the WGA and In Bruges taking the BAFTA. I’ll be happy whoever takes home the Oscar (my money’s on Milk).
5. Harvey Weinstein’s ingenius plan to befriend Penelope Cruz and Kate Winslet continues. It is rather ugly for both of them. So much so that I would be happy to see either or both – and this kills me, as I adore both actresses – lose their Oscars.
6. Jonathan Ross was more miss than hit this year, but his introductory speel for Thandie Newton was priceless. Praising her portrayal of Condoleezza Rice in W., while smirking uncontrollably. Terrific.
7. Cuts to Amy Adams’ reaction to her defeat for Supporting Actress was heartbreaking. I am not sure how anyone could vote against her after watching that.
8. BAFTA looked cheap once again.
9. I am avoiding thinking about Slumdog Millionaire for risk that its phenomenal winning streak may damage my appreciation of it even more.
10. I can’t wait for the Oscars.

Get Carried Away. Again.

Just when you thought it was safe to put your Manolo’s back in their closet, it appears the Sex and the City sequel is official with the signing of its four leading ladies and the franchises’ leading writer/director, Michael Patrick King.

The sequel to the movie I LOVE hate want to forget is likely to retread the already worn SATC ground of:

1. I (Carrie) love Big.*
2. I really love Big.*
3. But I love me more.*
4. Oh no, Big is running away.*
5. I hate Big.*
6. I miss Big.*
7. Oh goodie, Big is back.*

*while Charlotte acts cute/Miranda barks cynicism/Samantha has or wants sex.

Expect more fashion, the same laughs and a sprinkling of menopausal jokes. Be prepared.

Broken Embraces anyone?

I need my Almodovar fix.

Give a dog a bone.

The President of the Motion Picture Academy, Sid Ganis, has kindly thrown a bone to us underwhelmed film buffs with his statement that this 81st Oscar ceremony will brave “many, many risks” so nominees should “be prepared”.

That’ll give you filmgoers something to think about until this promise becomes unfulfilled on February 22nd.

Something Just Clicked.

Annie Leibovitz knows how to shoot glamour, as this series of Vanity Fair shots unnecessarily show. Kudos for the Kidman/Luhrmann addition despite the fact they garned just one of the 10 dozen Oscar nominations awared to the series’ 19 subjects (its about time Australia got some major loving). And here’s hoping that Pedro Almodovar is not the jealous type as, his current muse, Penelope Cruz cosies up to Woody Allen. Check it out.