With all my heart, Fuck the Academy...

What a sad sad day. I observed, nay, I obsessively followed and swallowed this awards season since August of last year. Moreso than the previous years (last time I was this excited was in 2003). Expectations were high...well, "expectations" is not the right word, I'll use "hope". I was hoping that one particular movie will get a Best Picture nomination because - heck, it undoubtedly is one of the best of 2008.

Today, I was reminded that I was putting my hopes on the hands of old geezers who would lap at anything that is remotely related to the holocaust. Pardon the profanity, but fuck fuck fuck. And fuck some more.


I'm pissed, if you're like me, you're probably pissed too. But I guess the academy can only allow the shedding of prejudices once every ten years (and they already gave the geeks attention in 2003 for ROTK).

But hey, if anything, I'm reminded of a line by the Joker and how it relates to the Oscarwatcher's motto "Nobody knows anything":

"If tomorrow I told the press that, like, a gang-banger will get shot, or a truck load of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics, because it's all part of the plan. But when I say that one little old mayor will die…well, then everyone loses their minds! Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order, then everything becomes…chaos. I'm an agent of chaos. Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair."

And such is the case, the oscar pundits and bloggers are in upheaval as we speak. Some are outraged, some are smug in their vindication. Oh and did I tell you the Boss was snubbed for his song "The Wrestler" too? And what about "Gommorah" who did not even make the shortlist.

So many omissions that I can't find it in me to be happy for Slumdog Millionaire, and the Wrestler, and In Bruges' orginal script nomination (I'm a little somber right now, but that movie had an awesome ending).

I don't even have the energy to point out that Brad Pitt's performance is overrated. And that while I love David Fincher, Benjamin Button is not at all memorable.

We'll throw our fits each to his own fashion. Come of course the 22nd of February, I'd probably be where I always have been for the past decade --- in front of the TV, making a tally. Fuck.

For tonight though, and probably the next 2 weeks, one word: BITTER.

I'll leave you now with another guy who was snubbed. He looks exactly the way I feel.



That's right. F them all.

P.S.
In case you haven't heard, I'm talking about the Dark Knight.