I’m not the only one who thought Sunday’s was a phenomenal Oscar presentation. “It was the best Oscar show I've ever seen, and I've seen plenty,” writes Roger Ebert. “The Academy didn’t bring it in under three and a half hours, but maybe they simply couldn’t, given the number of categories. What they did do was make the time seem to pass more quickly, and more entertainingly.” To read Roger’s piece, click here. If you’d rather revel in Flickheadian Oscar discussion, go to the comments at the end of this post.
Very sad news: “With rumors swirling all weekend among industry insiders, New Yorker Films, the venerable film distribution company, confirmed today that it is closing its doors. They made the announcement via a simple statement on their website.” New Yorker was a friend to Flickhead, supplying us with DVD review copies. For more information, click here.
Out of plasma: “The end of the Pioneer Kuro line of TVs represented a true tipping point in the TV industry, one preceded by long-gestating momentum from opposing forces. The recession and LCDs tipped over plasmas for good, and the slope downward will be quite steep, and fast.” Women faint, men weep: click here.
Apropos of nothing: I don’t know why, but after I posted this Slumdog Millionaire banner, I stared into it (click to see it full size) with the song Jai Ho playing over and over (you can listen to it here) and got, well, very nostalgic. I moved to this quiet Pennsylvania farming community five years ago after more than twenty years on Long Island. I used to spend a great deal of time in Manhattan, and the photo of Freida Pinto with that Jai Ho music had me thinking about the wonderful nights I’d walk around the city, the restaurants, the movies… I’m not being facetious, but New York has its own definite odor, its own rhythm. I never thought about it all that much until I stared at Freida with the colors and the lights and the music. Now all I need is Claude Rains tapping me on the shoulder: “I’d like to think you killed a man: it’s the romantic in me.” Jai Ho!
Labels: The Oscars, Une affaire de Flickhead