Hollywood deny fairy tale ending…
While we all go bananas with joy at the thought of Mickey Rourke rising from the ashes like a big fat phoenix with extensive facial surgery, it seems that the pipe smoking women of The Academy couldn’t give a hoot. They did the same thing with John Travolta in 1994 – denying him his triumphant comeback Oscar for Pulp Fiction, instead giving it to Tom Hanks for his impression of George W Bush in Forrest Gump. And last night, it went to another man playing a politician – Sean Penn in Milk.
That isn’t to say that Penn is completely undeserving, he is. Some might argue that he’s a brilliant actor. Unfortunately, he seems like such a real life cretin. And now he’s positioning himself as the Meryl Streep of the Best Actor world – nominated every single year, lurking in the shadows, the default winner if no one can decide who should get it. He’s already done it before – when Bill Murray would have made for a better winner in 2003 – and this year, he can probably thank the Academy members who couldn’t bring themselves to forgive Mickey Rourke for being so rude to them in the 1980s.
Don’t worry, Mickey, you’re still our number one.
The one that no one wants…
Hollywood is littered with strange bag women, but should you ever find the time, you’d be wise to talk to them. Around 30 per cent are former Best Supporting Actress Oscar winners. Remember Marcia Gay Harden? Mira Sorvino? Mercedes Ruehl? A hunch suggests that they all share a bin in downtown LA. Plus 1973 winner, Tatum O’Neal, is an actual crack addict.
Hence, no one especially wants to win this one, and this year the unfortunates with their careers dangling by a spittle thin thread are: Amy Adams (Doubt), Penelope Cruz (Vicky Christina Barcelona), Viola Davis (Doubt), Taraji P. Henson (Benjamin Button), and Marisa Tomei (The Wrestler).
Tomei, already a “winner” in 1992 (My Cousin Vinny), can be counted out immediately. Read more…
It’s a two horse race, they say… they might be wrong
Anyone who decided to stroll into a cinema at the weekend probably left with a brain shriveled and sloshing around, destroyed. This is not light-hearted movie season, friends, this is the Oscar race in full flow. Actors have started taking themselves seriously, films are a little more demanding. Tom Cruise even thought it wise to play a Nazi with an eye patch, but to no avail. It might be that he made no attempt to sound like a German that damaged his chances. Or that he’s just not very good. Who knows?
As it is, the Best Actor category is going to be a corker, with the bookies insisting that it’s in the bag for Mickey Rourke (Interestment’s number one actor, FYI) for his role as a battered old man in a leotard in The Wrestler. It’s a great performance in a mediocre film Read more…
Academy, why do you ignore this woman (right)?
Never the most beautiful face in the crowd, Glenn Close is a big movie star because she’s excellent at acting. It may have helped that her bulbous blonde hair was perfectly feathery and moist for the 1980s crowd, but under the mane beat the heart of a true thespian. An Oscar worthy actress. And yet, she has never been rewarded for her fantastic work, even though Halle Berry and Nicole Kidman have – and both of those women are horrible actresses, by the way.
Her first three big Hollywood films – The World According to Garp (Robin Williams hilarity), The Big Chill (middle class summer festival), and The Natural (baseball mayhem with Roberts Duvall and Redford) – all garnered her a Best Supporting Actress nomination (in 1982, 1983, 1984). And for two consecutive years – 1987 and 1988 – she was up for Best Actress, first time around for her tour de force in Fatal Attraction, then as some kind of aristocratic bitch in Dangerous Liaisons. Amongst those who have stolen her crown are Linda Hunt and Cher. That’s right – Cher.
See Cher stealing more of Glenn Close’s thunder after the jump…
It’s all politics, man, politics
What a great time January is at the pictures. It’s when all of the serious, po-faced, Oscar contenders are dusted down and wheeled out, so that important men in half-moon spectacles can judge whether they’re socially conscious enough or not. This also means that studios like to unleash their most childish screwball comedies at the same time, for those who can’t take watching Kate Winslet pretending to be a Nazi, or Benicio Del Toro mutely embarking on a revolution – this year, cheaper thrills include Sex Drive, and Role Models.
Unfortunately, it’s also the time of year when the Academy can get it all embarrassingly wrong, so in the run up to The Oscars, we’ll be occasionally prodding a fat sweaty finger into the mix to complain about their past mistakes. First up, 1990.