I know what I’m doing for the rest of the day. Watching the Academy Awards. Actually I don’t give a toss about the Oscars, I just watch it for the dresses.
I wonder if anyone will have a Hayley Bracken moment. I’m tipping no, because they pay stylists like Rachel Zoe gazillions of dollars so they look right and don’t end up in the What’s Not section of the What’s Hot list.
I went to see The Hurt Locker yesterday, just so I could act all knowledgeable if it wins the Best Picture Award. It’s a toss up between that and 3D Pocahontas Avatar.
I don’t actually care who wins because I think they were both pretty ordinary. The Hurt Locker was all Iraqi war and adrenalin (I was had about 10 anxiety attacks in the cinema) but then it sort of got weird in the middle and just ended. Not the sort of movie typically directed by a woman, and for that Kathryn Bigelow probably deserves the award as she directed actors, not special effects (a la James Cameron).
So being all Avatared and Hurt Lockered out I thought I’d bring you something a little different. This is another of James Camerson’s directing efforts. This time he directs former wife and fellow Best Director nominee Kathryn Bigelow in a music video.
She’s the warrior princess who spits a lot. Actor Bill Paxton is the singer. Probably a good idea that he stuck to his day job. The band is Martini Ranch, truly horrible. It’s strange and odd and not in a good way. I think I’d have divorced him too.
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