Anyone who has known me for an extended period of time, knows that I am a huge movie nerd. I am the kind of movie snob that distinguishes between films and movies. I took film classes in college, I'd love to teach a film class at any level, and I have been known to attend a matinee all by my lonesome on a rainy afternoon. Hell, in college I gave an instructional speech on how the Academy chooses the nominees and winners for the Oscars. That said, I usually treat the Oscars like the event that it is: I see most of the films, have a personal opinion about most categories, and anticipate what way the Academy is leaning on that fateful February night. This year however, I was apathetic towards the nominees and most Friday nights or Sunday afternoons you would be more likely to find my nose in a book than my ass in a theater seat. I just didn't feel that excited by any of the films or performances this year. I had more important things on my mind and nothing really grabbed my attention. I do have to say, it was refreshing this Sunday to not care about the awards at all - I barely knew who or what was nominated. Even the fashion - which if nothing else should grab my attention - was underwhelming. I didn't watch the red carpet coverage, but you'd be hard pressed to turn on a television or log onto the internet without seeing some sort of fashion hit or miss, so I have since been inundated with images of emaciated actresses draped in millions of dollars. And I have to say, for all that money, no one really looked all that priceless. I don't think I'm alone in my disappointment - I think Angelina's leg got more press coverage than the entire event.
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