I just quickly want to share a personal thought. I was remembering all the Academy Award galas, well, at least the ones I have personally watched, because I have never bothered to sit through an entire show that happened before 1995. Too much. Okay, I will stop straying. The point is that I was thinking about what edition had been my favourite, and I had it crystal clear from the beginning: the 81st edition in 2009, hosted by Hugh Jackman.
Monthly Archives: January 2014
Bestselling author Germaine Greer presented her new book, White Beech: The Rainforest Years at King’s Place this Monday. Continue reading
You might have heard of American Hustle. It is a film by David O. Russell that is nominated for a bunch of Oscars, including Best Picture. Don’t be fooled: it is not worthy of that nomination. Continue reading
Every year, I always consider the Screen Actors Guild Awards to be the fairest. No matter how many mistakes the others – Oscars, Golden Globes, etc – make, because the SAGs always get it right. It’s the actors voting for their fellow workers, without considering if someone deserves something because of a movie made five years ago that did not get recognition or because “it´s about time” – here’s looking at you, The Reader‘s Kate Winslet. Continue reading
As it happens every year, the Oscar nominees have been announced. And as it also happens every year, lots of people have been snubbed, and others whom we don’t think would deserve it have been nominated. Continue reading
Silent films are nowadays seen like a distant thing, something none of us should bother watching. But thank God – or, more precisely, thank Michel Hazanavicius – The Artist gave this genre a chance a couple of years ago. Continue reading
Two days in a row I went to the cinema to watch this film, and two days in a row I had to go back home because the queue was so long I couldn’t get a ticket – Christmas time, apparently all the children in the world have to go to the movies as if there was nothing else to do. I felt like this was some sort of sign that I shouldn’t see Walter Mitty, but I turned a deaf ear and went there a third time, more than ten minutes in advance, and managed to get in. Continue reading