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
14 Comments:
I’m not being facetious, but New York has its own definite odor, its own rhythm.
It's true, I love New York. Central Park is the place of one of my fondest sexual encounters, and I'm not being facetious. Afterwards we walked to a all night diner and got some chicken soup. God I love that city.
I just read that Howard Zieff just slithered away from us last night.
Wow, Peter -- thanks for the news. Here's the LA Times obituary.
Jonathan, do you live in or near Manhattan?
I started going into the City on weekends with my oldest sister, who lived there, in 1968.
She snuck me into a downtown screening of Midnight Cowboy in 1969, even though I was 12.
I'd be in various parts of the City on weekends through most of the 1970s. The closest I got to living near there was an apartment I rented in Sheepshead Bay, in a run-down catering hall called Laribet Landing. It was adjacent to a Dunkin' Donuts and across the street from Rollin' Roaster. I didn't care for the neighborhood at all, but it was a short subway trip into NYC.
Then I moved to Phoenix and, shortly after that, San Francisco, for the late 70s and early 80s. SF was glorious, but far too expensive for me. (I've never had money.) Phoenix is where I'd like to live out my days, actually Tempe, which is fairly close to it. I'd like a shack in the desert, like the kind Thomas Jerome Newton had in that scene where he talks about "visitors" to Nathan Bryce. Only I'd want an inground pool.
And Angelina Jolie rubbing me down with sunscreen.
Glorious pic of Freida! And here I thought I was the only film blogger who enjoyed Slumdog. On a side note - the Slumdog soundtrack is one of the best to be nominated for an Oscar in YEARS and screw anyone who says otherwise.
I have problems with the Oscar show every year. but I totally enjoy myself or I would have stopped watching them years ago.
If you read my "Tweets" (and ignore the typos) you'll see mostly positive comments. Unlike the folks at Greencine and Spout, I'm just not very good at snarky Twittering. I also like Danny Boyle and his movies a hell of a lot and don't care who knows it.
Kimberly, I always thought you were too tweet to twitter.
If you can't beat them, you've got to join them and beat them at their own game!
I love NYC, except for the rich people. But "Slumdog" was shot in Mumbai! The sights, sounds, smells of that city are very different (even from that block on Sixth between 1st and 2nd)... ;)
I just became violently ill thanks to the photo of Josh Rogen...
Okay, it's Seth Rogen, but I'm still retching.
Jim, if you mention Mumbai here in Cow Country, you might as well be saying Pluto. As city lights have become a rarity for me, along with the sight of anyone who's not white and carrying a Bible (I'm in GOP Central -- you wouldn't believe how low the taxes are here), at this point anything can get me thinking about NYC.
Anon: Fear not -- it's only a dream.
Kimberly, you and Flickhead are not the only film blogger who loved "Slumdog Millionaire."
That is a great picture of Frieda Pinto, Flickhead, but I thought the Oscar festivities sucked.
But then again, who am I?
Rick, you're in the majority concerning the Oscars.
wow!!!!
great finds....i must share:o)
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