at least i can sit up without being in pain today. i'm watching the critic's choice awards and started missing my little bloglet. so here's the films i'm glad i saw this year, and these are the ones i must see:
SAW: (not the movie)
wall-e
the curious case of benjy button
doubt
tropic thunder
the dark knight
iron man
MUST:
!!!let the right one in!!!
the wrestler
slumdog millionaire
gran turino (though i guess that's technically 2009)
frost/nixon
the reader
revolutionary road
ghost town
milk
vicky christina barcelona
the wackness
dammit! i thought the ones i'd seen would outnumber the ones i hadn't! i mean, if we count the trash i saw this year (sex and the city, the spirit, twilight, indiana jones) then it's a different story
i like how they introduced common as "common", but ludacris is "chris bridges". you do a piece of trash like CRASH, an underground sensation like hustle and flow, and some episodes of law and order svu, you're too good for your rap name. even though after hundreds of years ice t is still ice t, ice cube is still ice cube, and marky mark is still marky mark. at least in my heart. ice t was there for the roast of flavor flav on comedy central, and i think it was greg giraldo who made my favorite joke of the night, "ice t is so old the first thing he bought after he was signed was his freedom"
aww mclovin and katy perry are presenting best composers and song and they're so damn cute. i just fucking love her clothes. ooo hans zimmer and danny elfman up against each other! but of course slumdog millionaire won. this movie better be amazing or i'm going to be really pissed. man these songs are crap. i hope slumdog wins this one because the rest are trash. ok well bruce springsteen won i guess that's ok. if miley cyrus and child-abuser travolta won i would have shat my pants. o wait i did that like 15 minutes ago not on purpose. i hate being sick.
to clarify, i've never liked creepy scientologist travolta, but when his poor son died of a seizure last week, i decided hate was an appropriate emotion. as you know scientology doesn't condone medication to help people with emotional or psychological problems. i'm going to go out on a limb and assume that since travolta chose to treat his mentally handicapped son as though he had no problems, he also did not medicate him for the condition that eventually killed him. some people are sick.
on a lighter note, marisa tomei looks beautiful. how old is she? i genuinely have no idea.
i was so excited for best supporting actor, and the payoff was worth it. heath won! what a tragedy, cut down in his prime.
i love the minglecam, seeing saint angie and her buttboy go over and kiss clint eastwood made my black little heart smile.
ok i'm downloading a pirated let the right one in hooray. luckily for my sick ass it's a good day of tv (golden globes, the exquisite rock of love bus, desperate housewives?)
i think i want to see notorious in spite of myself. obviously morgan won't go with me because there are a few black actresses she arbitrarily dislikes in it :O) but maybe i can find someone else to come
awww amy adams is so damn cute. yay wall-e won best animated film!
sarah silverman was the funniest presenter, obviously. her dress was damn cute. john adams won? i thought that was supposed to have sucked and recount was supposed to have been great? whatevs.
ok anne hathaway's speech was very cute, but angelina's bitchface during it was comedy gold.
i guess i have to see slumdog millionaire.
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