Well, Sideways didn't win best picture, and because The Aviator didn't win either I lost my chance at winning the pool money at Tony's Oscar party this evening, by one miserable point, so that sucks. Not that I think that Scorsese's film is more deserving than Eastwood's, but I had the feeling it would win so I bet on it. And Jamie Foxx recycled his now household grandmother emotional blackmail, pauses, tears and sobs included. Like bad okra. And what's up with so much of Oprah tonight?!
Other than that, tonight's ceremony was very predictable but enjoyable. I had a good time this evening, I even felt bad for Annette Benning for not winning, again. I guess her prize has always been being the one that eventually married the elusive bachelor, because, if you really compare her love life and Hillary Swank's, well, Chad Lowe is no Warren Beatty, so Hillary does need to have those Oscars keep on coming.
It was great to see Amenábar win the Oscar for Mar Adentro; it makes me feel good and proud. But Antonio Banderas singing? Oy. Catalina Sandino Moreno looked c-l-a-s-s-y, to bad she didn't stand a chance this year. And that document on the kids from Calcutta that we saw last night won! That made me very happy.
Being the outsider at this party, it was cool to meet several nice and interesting people this evening, and all in all, I had a great time and was very glad I was there. And Finney (sp?), wow, what a lovable kid. It is always intriguing to see at events such like this one, how some people immediately build walls to either leave one out or as if by marking their territory and their seniority at that place. Makes me wonder what they're afraid of, or if they've read the script and I haven't, and they already know something that I am oblivious to, or perhaps still unsure of. Or maybe they know what really happened with Catherine Zeta-Jones...
I should have asked.
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