He’s proud. He’s gold. He’s nude. He’s called Oscar and they all want to get their well-manicured hands on him.
We are now swirling right at the centre of the awards season maelstrom. Ricky Gervais’ ego-stomping antics at the Golden Globes have begun to fade from memory and the organizers of the BAFTA’s are working around the clock to make sure their A-list nominees have nothing better to do. But as much as the others try, there can be only one: The Academy Of Motion Picture Arts & Sciences’ Annual Awards.
On 27th February, two of Hollywood’s creamiest and smoothest, James Franco and Anne Hathaway, will take to the stage and get the 83rd Oscar ceremony underway. It will be very exciting at first. Then it will get very boring while we find out if the likes of Richard King or Mark P. Stoeckinger won for Best Sound Effects editing. Then, about 4.30am our time, it will get exciting again.
So, in that spirit, State presents our rundown of the only ones you probably care about!
The Kids Are All Right
The King’s Speech
The Social Network
Toy Story 3
What will likely win: The King’s Speech
What should win: Monsieur, with these Best Picture nominees you are really spoiling us.
Substance, quality and sheer entertainment abound throughout this years big ten (Academy, put it back to five please). It makes a nice difference from blue-arsed Barbie dolls trying to catch rubber turkeys in 2010, that’s for sure.
There is not a bad film among the lot and it’s near impossible to predict. Oscar loves English things almost to the point of brain damage (Shakespeare in Love) so The King’s Speech is probably the frontrunner with its mix of regality and ‘stop stuttering, stupid!’ almost tailor-made for the Academy’s bleary eyed sentimentality. The Social Network (already showered in gallons of hot awards juice) is just as good, as is highly-strung headfuck Black Swan. There’s more triumphing against adversity in the magnificent 127 Hours and if Rocky can win Best Picture, why can’t David O’Russell’s Raaaacky? (also known as The Fighter.) Hell, even Inception could break into the Academy member’s dreams and plant the idea that its mix of GQ cover stars and that ‘BRRRRRRRAAAAAWWWWRWRRRMRMRMMRMRMMMMM!!!’ sound deserves the coveted statuette.
It’s clear, however, that the Academy aren’t fans of weapons-grade hallucinogens, on-screen abortions, or hellish visions of the afterlife in modern day Tokyo. Otherwise Gaspar Noe’s absolutely mental and absolutely unforgettable Enter The Void might have snuck in there. But who are we kidding; it was more likely for the thin-lipped witch of rancid romantic ‘comedies’, Jennifer Aniston, to have her foul The Bounty Hunter nominated. No, Jen. I said ‘NO.’