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Monday, February 28, 2005

The Oscars

Morgan Freeman is just so. fucking. classy.

Sean Penn takes himself waaaaay too seriously.

Leo grosses me out. Man-boys, ick. When he grows the little whispies of a beard, UGH. I like my men to age properly. Give me laugh wrinkles over baby faces any day.

I can't believe Million Dollar Baby won for Best Picture. I was SO BORED with it. Even the heart-wrenching part (Mo Cushla), the one where the script probably said: "cue audience sobs," didn't even elicit so much as a single nose tingle presaging tears. What? The preview for Russell Crowe's Cinderella Man made me swallow a sob, but with this movie . . . nothing? There's something wrong with that. I cry at everything.

2 Comments:

Blogger Jennifer Jones said...

Yeah, I really was surprised that I didn't cry at Million Dollar Baby. I did like it but I wasn't particularly shocked or moved. I went into it expecting to bawl my eyes out, because that's what I do, usually. But nothin'.

7:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i just thought you should know that a normal person can't talk with a tracheotomy (unless its covered). but hilary swank can. :) kt

7:42 AM  

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