Monday, March 06, 2006

Some of My Best Friends are Black

Trite. Manipulating. Crass. Thoughtless. Exploitive. Meaningless.

Some of the words that describe my feelings about the movie Crash. A shallow case study of the "racism" in "America" written by a Canadian Scientologist, who has all the bravado of Spike Lee but no comprehension of the subject he pontificates about. Chappelle's Block Party is a better analysis of the mental state of racism than Crash. It fails on all levels.

I agree 99% with this guy: http://mattzollerseitz.blogspot.com/2006/02/anything-but-this.html

I was rooting for Munich but I know it didn't have a chance in hell to win. "Anything But Crash" would've done it for me. Brokeback Mountain should have won it, a talented, meticulously arranged piece with young actors performing at the peak of their game to deliver a story that doesn't skirt the issue but doesn't exploit it either.

Yay for Ang Lee. Finally winning an Oscar after being robbed for Crouching Tiger (oh Soderbergh, how far you have fallen), a movie that resuscitated the Martial Arts Epic almost singlehandedly. If you're developing a film about the delicate yet real world issues surrounding homosexuality, Ang Lee is the only name to trust.

Yay for 3-6 Mafia. Well, more like yay for appalling interpretive hooker dances.

Yay for Memoirs of a Geisha art design. Movie would've worked better as a silent slide show.

Nay to Joaquin Phoenix for looking like Johnny Cash circa coke and tractors.

Nay to stupid new age Crash song. Even if this song was in Double Indemnity it would be the worst Oscar song ever.

Nay to overbearing message of watching movies in theaters. Hey, why don't you beg us not to watch DVDs? That'll get the film industry back on track.

Movies I'm going to the theater for:

Silent Hill
Snakes on a Plane
V is for Vengeance

that is all.

Damn you Jack Nicholson. Damn you Academy. Damn it all to hell.

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