"I really have nothing to say, but I want the first post of 2010 all the same"

To quote Federico Garcia Lorca:

"Let's get crunk, 2010."

I, too, have not seen The Reader

Best part of the Oscars, bar none.

Fuck Heath Ledger's crying family. Hugh Jackman screaming "I'M WOLVERINE!" downstage centre at the Kodak Theatre last night proved that the best shot the Academy's got is joining the quirky, self-aware status of so many other celebrities and performances these days.

It's that sort of "Adaptation-made-this-cool" self-consciousness of a medium in its own time and place--e.g. the Academy Awards during the recession; virtually any film with George Clooney post-Ocean's 11--that makes Hollywood not only bearable, but also a bit enjoyable. If Hollywood takes itself seriously enough to regard Oscar-winners as the best films of that year on a global, universal scale, then they're not just idiots, but also have their heads up their asses, and that shit makes people angry. It's alienating. But if they take the self-referential route of self-mockery and put Hugh Jackman's face on a baby--well, fuck, I'll watch that. Hollywood knows its place, and I appreciate that.

But Mickey Rourke was still totally robbed. WTF.