The
Poisoned Pen Well, Spring turned back to a cold rain,
dinner was beans on toast in a damp room, and I had to sit through the Oscar's bloated
self-congratulatory pomp. I think the Pen needs to express his feelings this week.
As the movie industry smothers us again in its self-indulgent fawning,
we ask, who cares? And isn't there one performer, writer or director who has the courage
to get up there and say "I did this on my own. You all told me it would fail and
frustrated my every move. My parents resent me for not going to Law school and my wife
left me after I spent six months working on this film. I thank no-one, you back-stabbing
hypocrites, and I send no regards to your mother." But no, everyone who helped was
wonderful, talented and supportive and God must live in California for the amount of time
he spends helping movie stars.
So what about the question of most over-rated performance of the year?
The little boy who was able to show fear whilst acting with Bruce Willis? Bruce
Willis because he spent an entire movie not hitting anything? Or Tom Cruise because he
managed to grow his hair? I like Michael Caine, but at some point he had to get an Oscar
for sheer volume of work. |