Yesterday I saw two movies — Django Unchained (yowza!) and a feature comprising all the Oscar-nominated animated shorts (which are magnificent — see this if you can!) plus a few more notable animated shorts, and this was great fun, but I washed it all down with half a giant tub of popcorn, a blue Slushee, some Peanut M&M's, and some Twizzlers. And a coffee. And dang me, it was good!
And then my nerves were all a'jangle after Django (hee!), even though we got home late enough that I might've eschewed dinner and gone straight to bed, instead I fed my giddy with an artichoke (plus mayo), a chicken pattty, some pita chips, some olive tapenade hummus, a handful of potato chips, and the rest of my M&M's, then went to sleep without brushing my teeth or washing my face or cleaning my wound. Three hours with Quentin Tarantino and I'm a mouth-breathing slattern, make of that what you will.
The only exercise I did was a fast jog-in-place in my kitchen while my artichoke heated, since I was freezing and couldn't warm up. (I'm sure it worked off at least a Twizzler.)
Django is simultaneously (a) tons of fun (Don Johnson! Lee Horsley! stirring theme song and tender love theme!), (b) well-acted and well-written, to an almost absurd degree, and (c) horrifyingly violent. It's not for all tastes; I had my hands over my eyes a number of times. But I love what an infectiously joyful filmmaker Quentin Tarantino is, and I do recommend it.
Anyway! Having seen everything, I'm now ready to pick the Oscars:
- Best Picture: Argo
- Best Actor: Daniel Day-Lewis and Denzel Washington (tie)
- Best Actress: Emmannuelle Riva, Amour
- Best Supporting Actor: Christoph Waltz, Django Unchained
- Best Supporting Actress: Anne Hathaway, Les Miserables
- Best Director: Steven Spielberg, Lincoln
- Best Animated Short Film: Adam and Dog
- Best Original Screenplay: Quentin Tarantino, Django Unchained
- Best Adapted Screenplay: Tony Kushner, Lincoln
- Best Animated Feature: Frankenwenie
Eek! Look at the time! Clearly I can talk Oscars till the cows come home, but I'm supposed to be at a 9 a.m. meeting, and (as you know) I haven't washed my face, brushed my teeth, or otherwise groomed in 24 hours. Time to hit the shower! With, like, an SOS pad and some elbow grease.
—Lady C, a filthy, filthy girl