Adapted screenplay.
The Oscar goes to Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana for the script from Annie Proulx's short story. I'm not at all surprised. And THANK YOU Larry McMurtry for talking up books. It's getting easier for people to get their "reading material" audibly. Or in the form of a movie. I agree, Larry – let's read!
Original screenplay goes to Crash. Haven't seen it, but want to. I've heard, though, that it takes every race-centered sensibility we have and lays it bare. And yet, people act as if this is the first movie that's done this. And we all know it's not. Please, everyone . . . take a movie on its damned merits – acting, cinematography, storytelling arc – and then judge. I'm tired of the "groundbreaking" flick being a darling because it's so very shocking to our fragile little systems.
And Woody Allen was nominated for Match Point? AAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Everyone knows how I feel about that one. If you don't go to last month's archive, 'cause I can't link on the fly. Suffice to say that it blew large, dull, dreary, stilted chunks.
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