NO COUNTRY FOR OSCAR WINNERS
"What?" you ask. You may think I've been holding a 25 year vigil, waiting for the Coen Brothers to enter the pantheon. Or perhaps that I needed to see The Bourne Ultimatum sweep the editing & sound categories. Or even that I can finally rest, knowing I've heard not one, not two, but three fucking songs from Enchanted.
None of the above.
The "finally" instead means I can see a bunch of flicks I want to see. And "why have you not been able to see them?" you may also be asking. Well . . . because I'm weird. But you already knew that, so a quick explanation is required, and it'll bring it all into light if not into sanity.
My favored (read: required) mode of in-theater movie viewing is going alone to a matinee and sitting right in the center, about three rows from the front. Any other manner (with Mrs. Mike, with a friend, on a Friday or Saturday night) pretty much sucks for me. Too much chatter, interrupted sight lines, seats in weird corners of the theater. I just hate it.
I know -- it's crazy, it's obsessive, it's flat-out nuts, but it's me. What can I tell you? Since the early 90's, this is how I've seen most of the movies I saw in the theater. But with my current work demands, I have little time (read: no time) to attend matinees. I could, of course, bring along clients, partners, opposing counsel, the judge, but since that'd violate the "alone" rule, no go, you see? Or imagine if the judge insisted we sit in the back of the theater. I could be held in contempt if I said, "screw you, with all due respect, Your Honor," and sat up front alone. I love movies, but I gotta keep my job, you know?
Anyhow, now that the damn awards are over, I can add No Country For Old Men, There Will Be Blood, Michael Clayton, and Juno to my queue. Yeeeeeeee-haw. I is psyched.
Oh . . . and for my other thought: all four individual acting awards went to foreigners, including one in a foreign language film. Not sure what that means, but it's interesting.