Oscar, Oscar

It’s Oscars weekend! This excitement is definitely reflected in my interwebs-round-up below. You know where I’ll be this Sunday! 🙂

♥ This article — with charts! — raises an interesting question:  When box-office hits get nominated, do Oscar ratings go up?

♥ Poor Greer Garson and her oft-maligned record for longest Oscar acceptance speech (clocking in at reported times ranging from 5 1/2 – 7 mins), for her Best Actress win for 1942’s Mrs. Miniver. You can catch a clip of her speech by clicking here or watching below.

♥ For Oscar acceptance speeches that are memorable in a more positive way, there’s a list here of the top 20 of the last 20 years, and a list here featuring the top 12 in Oscar history. Any crossovers? (Hint:  Emma Thompson, I ♥ you.) Do you agree or disagree?

♥ This inside look at an Oscar voter’s ballot is brutally honest and quite illuminating.

♥ I suspect Argo will win Best Picture tomorrow night, and this essay muses what that triumph really reveals about Hollywood and the popular reception to this film. My fave line:

It reignited the notion that serious movies for adults could be popular again.

♥ And last, but not least, I had a big smile on my face going through this delightful menu of Oscar-themed foods. Spiced ceviche boats with tiger’s milk to celebrate Life of Pi? Wild boar hush puppies for Beasts of the Southern Wild? Genius!

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4 Responses to Oscar, Oscar

  1. Naomi says:

    Great articles! Have you seen Emma Thompson deliver her Golden Globes speech for Sense and Sensibility? She wrote it Austen-style and it’s definitely one of my favourite speeches of all time. Here it is (got it from WikiQuotes):

    “Four a.m., having just returned from an evening at the Golden Spheres, which despite the inconveniences of heat, noise and overcrowding was not without its pleasures. Thankfully, there were no dogs and no children. The gowns were middling. There was a good deal of shouting and behaviour verging on the profligate, however, people were very free with their compliments and I made several new acquaintences. There was Lindsay Doran of Mirage, wherever that might be, who’s largely responsible for my presence here, an enchanting companion about whom too much good cannot be said. Mr. Ang Lee, of foreign extraction, who most unexpectedly appeared to understand me better than I understand myself. Mr. James Shamis, a most copiously erudite person and Miss Kate Winslet, beautiful in both countenance and spirit. Mr. Pat Doyle, a composer and a Scot, who displayed the kind of wild behaviour one has learned to expect from that race. Mr. Mark Kenton, an energetic person with a ready smile who, as I understand it, owes me a great deal of money. [Breaks character, smiles] TRUE!! [back in character] Miss Lisa Henson of Columbia, a lovely girl and Mr. Gareth Wigan, a lovely boy. I attempted to converse with Mr. Sydney Pollack, but his charms and wisdom are so generally pleasing, that it proved impossible to get within ten feet of him. The room was full of interesting activity until 11 p.m. when it emptied rather suddenly. The lateness of the hour is due, therefore, not to the dance, but to the waiting in a long line for a horseless carriage of unconscionable size. The modern world has clearly done nothing for transport.
    P.S. Managed to avoid the hoyden Emily Thompkinson, who has purloined my creation and added things of her own. Nefarious Creature!
    Thank you.”

  2. Thanks for finally writing about >Oscar, Oscar | Librarian for Life <Liked it!

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