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alicublog QUOTOMATIC SELECTOR SAY: "Would those terabytes of pornography and such more aptly be dubbed 'terrorbytes'?"   Sunday, February 26, 2012   I'D LIKE TO THANK THE ACADEMY. I didn't see much of anything from 2011, but I do this every year regardless of qualifications, so here goes nothin'. I will add that I saw The Artist recently and was very charmed, especially at the beginning. What great style, and what a lovely performance from Jean Dujardin as Valentin -- he embodies the star power beautifully, as well as the easy grace with which he dispenses it; his descent is believable, as is the humanity it brings out -- the scene in which he dismisses his driver is just about my favorite thing in the movie. But I have to agree with the people who say they liked it better when it was Singin' in the Rain. After a while the seriousness with which Valentin's downfall is treated annoyed me. The filmmakers had the tools, and the stylistic opportunity, to take it in the direction of King Vidor circa The Crowd, or Josef von Sternberg circa The Salvation Hunters. But they didn't; the Valentin agon was just a sad story, kicked along with cheap tricks rather than by character transformation. I think they were counting on Valentin's relationship with Peppy Miller to elevate it but, after a promising beginning, I couldn't see why it existed except as a vehicle for redemption. I missed the breezy confidence with which the adventure started. Though that is a nice dance at the end, and the dog is very cute. Okay, the picks: Best Picture: Hugo Best Actor: George Clooney, The Descendants Best Actress: Viola Davis, The Help Best Supporting Actor: Christopher Plummer, Beginners Best Supporting Actress: Melissa McCarthy, Bridesmaids Best Director: Martin Scorsese, Hugo Best Original Screenplay: Midnight in Paris Best Adapted Screenplay: The Descendants Best Animated Feature: Rango Best Cinematography: Robert Richardson, Hugo Best Art Direction: The Artist Best Costume Design: Hugo Best Documentary Feature: Pina Best Documentary Short: Incident in New Baghdad Best Film Editing: Moneyball Best Foreign Language Film: A Separation Best Makeup: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Best Original Score: The Artist Best Song: Man or Muppet Best Animated Short: The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore Best Live Short: Time Freak Best Sound Editing: War Horse Sound Mixing: Moneyball Best Visual Effects: Transformers: Dark of the Moon UPDATE. 8:40 -- Holy shit, this show sucks.  UPDATE 2. I'm 1 for 1! UPDATE 3. This isn't Chuck Workman, is it? I see film history began in 1968 now. UPDATE 4. Urgh, I lose. UPDATE 5. More celebs yakking on film. I see now why movies suck -- the people who make them have absolutely wretched taste. 7:50 PM by roy edroso |