Since Cara and I moved in together a hundred or so years ago, my consumption of horror movies has increased exponentially. She likes them. And, truth be told, the genre has grown on me, partly due to some pretty quality stuff being released in the last decade or so. There’s also some outright garbage that can be enjoyable in its own right.
“Inception” got nominated for best picture? Boy, some people are lucky they expanded the category to 10. I’d say no way that would have been nominated in another year, but you never know with these clowns.
But hey, maybe “Best Picture” means good acting, cool fight scenes, lots of noise … and a movie that doesn’t make a fucking bit of sense — except to people who like to claim superiority by saying it made perfect sense. “Inception” is like faith. You either have it or you don’t — and the “logic” used by the faithful is equivalent to the logic used by those trying to square the Book Genesis with evolutionary science. So save your breath, “Inception” defenders. Talk till you’re blue in the face, wave your pamphlets around, try to drag me back into the temple to blow another two, three, four hours (how long was that movie anyway?) of my life.
To which I say: “Go sell crazy someplace else, we’re all stocked up here.”
What should win? I don’t know. The only other movie I saw was “Toy Story 3.” Loved it, but don’t think it has a shot. I say “The King’s English” or “The Fighter.”