Stupid Oscars…

Anybody watch the Oscars last night?  Seriously, anyone?  No?  Me, neither.

I suppose, being a filmmaker and all, I should care about what films win what award, and most years the Better Half and I make a concerted effort to watch at least some the nominees so we can come to our own conclusions.  This year’s crop, however, was a rather uninspiring bunch, to say the least (2007 in general was a pretty worthless year for films, if I do say so).  I’m sure all the winners will end up in the Netflix queue, but I have a feeling it’ll be like 9th-grade English class where we were forced to read Dicken’s Great Expectations — it may be good for you, but swallowing that pill is going to be a bitch…

Anyway, the nice lady who lives with me made a go of the Oscars for about an hour but got bored silly.  Meanwhile, I happily composited pencil sketches, then discovered Men In Black was playing on Turner Classics.  Sweet.  Saturday night The Matrix was on AMC, so two of my favorite films from the 90s in one weekend…  I think I know what I want for my birthday…