Monday, May 2, 2011

Baby Boomers and Ducks with Additude

What's New, Cupcake?: Ingeniously Simple Designs for Every OccasionIn honor of watching a film about a generation of people who are about to give birth to one of the biggest population booms in our history "Baby Boomers" I decided to showcase my latent cupcake talents.  Also I had to go to a baby shower.

Hello, Cupcake!: Irresistibly Playful Creations Anyone Can MakeI have recently come into possession of some books on cupcakes, called Hello, Cupcake and What's New, Cupcake and have finally decided to use some of their recipes.  I always thought these cupcakes beautiful but was concerned that there was no way I could even make them, despite what the clever cookbook said.  But upon investigating the website I saw one of the creators, Karen Tack, blithely making adorable ducks.  And I thought, she makes it look so simple.  I could totally do that!

As you may have noticed on this blog, when I say "I could totally do that!"  trouble inevitably follows.  I am far too stubborn for my own good, and have a never say die attitude when it comes to baking.  I made duck and flower cupcakes.  The flowers I would definitely make again.  The ducks...not so much.

Cute Ducks from the Devil
You'll need:
10 vanilla cupcakes in yellow wrappers
2-3 cans of vanilla frosting (yes, cans.  Only the synthetic stuff has the write consistency, much to my chagrin)
yellow food coloring
5 large marshmallows
10 plain doughnut holes
10 orange fruit chews (or gross orange peanut candies)
20 brown M&Ms

  1. Mix together about two cans of frosting with enough food coloring to get that bright yellow ducky color in a microwavable measuring cup.  Set aside.
  2. Cover all the cupcakes with a light layer of the white frosting.
  3. Use a scissors to divide the marshmallows in half, and attach both the marshmallows and the doughnut holes to the cupcake.  The doughnuts are the heads, the marshmallows, the tails.  Use the white frosting in a frosting piping bag (or ziplock with the tip snipped off) to help secure both ends.  Think of the frosting like glue.  Place all the cupcakes in the freezer for 15 minutes or until a little frozen.
  4. Microwave the yellow frosting, stopping to stir frequently, until the frosting has a liquid consistency.
  5. Remove each cupcake one by one from the freezer, and then dip upside down in the yellow frosting, coating the cupcake all over and allowing the excess frosting to drip back into the measuring cup.  Set aside and let cupcakes dry.
  6. For the beaks, use the scissors to snip the candies, and attach to the doughnuts.  Use the white frosting in the piping bag to attach the M&Ms as eyes.
  7. Drink a large glass of wine, because man was that a bitch.

Yup, you can tell from my many sarcastic comments that these ducks were not easy, nor as perfect as I would have liked.  Damn you, Karen.  Luckily I did not make that many of these.  Also luckily, the flower cupcakes were much MUCH easier.  And very pretty.  Does anyone know why my ducks are so creepy?


Chrysanthemums from Marshmallows
You'll Need:
24 chocolate cupcakes with paper liners
1-2 cans of vanilla frosting
1 bag of mini marshmallows
Various colored decorating sugars
Left over yellow frosting from ducks, or appropriate yellow candy for center
  1. Separate each different color sugar into individual bowls.
  2. Using sharp scissors, cut the mini marshmallows in half and place them sticky side down in the sugars.
  3. Toss the marshmallows to coat, the sticky side should be completely covered in colored sugars.
  4. Frost each cupcake individually, placing the marshmallows in concentric circles.  See my pictures below.  DO NOT frost all the cupcakes and then stick the marshmallows on.  The frosting will harden, making it more difficult for the marshmallows to stick.
  5. Leave a small space in the center and fill with yellow candy or yellow frosting.
  6. If you want to go crazy (like Karen) use green licorice as stems on your plate.
These were great.  It was an easy project to do in front of the television, didn't take very long, and the results were gorgeous and impressive.  They were also much easier to transport than the ducks, which were pretty top heavy.  These are great for Mother's Day, Baby Showers, or just a Birthday!

So in case you weren't paying attention...flowers=good.  Ducks=sent from the Devil.  I'm also waiting for the point when one of my friends sees this post and asks me why I have so much time on my hands.  Hush.  These are awesome.  And you said I'd never make anything from these books!


I would also like to mention that Martha Steward makes an amazing cupcake carrying case.  One side is a flat tray for cookies, but if you flip it upside down it has little holes to hold cupcakes.  There are two interlocking tiers that fit inside the case.  It's totally worth it.  Look!


PS-All recipes are from the delightful books above.  I can't take credit for any of it!
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Sunday, May 1, 2011

The Best Years of Our Lives


"Give 'em time, kid; they'll catch on. You know your folks'll get used to you, and you'll get used to them. Then everything'll settle down nicely. Unless we have another war. Then none of us have to worry because we'll all be blown to bits the first day. So cheer up, huh?"---Butch Engle to his nephew, Homer (The Best Years of Our Lives, 1946)

I don't know now whether I am searching for meaning and emotion in these remaining films of the 1940s to suit my own thesis or whether I'm actually catching on to something.  I feel like this film is what would happen if Father O'Malley left the church and went to war for a few years, came back, and started hanging out with Don Birnam after he tried to sober up.  I loved it--even with the corny and predictable ending.  Because I felt that maybe, just for a moment, it might not end so happily.  For making me question the sunshine ending, and for making me yell at my television screen, this movie makes it near the top of my list.


The Plot
It's the end of World War II, and soliders are trying to get home.  Three different men are all trying to get to their hometown of Boone City in the mid-west.  The men, Air Force Captain Fred Derry, sailor Homer Parrish, and Army Sergeant Al Stephenson, all come from different backgrounds, but bond quickly in their shared insecurity about finally coming home as civilians.  Al, played by Fredric March, is a former banker, an older man with a wife and two nearly grown children.  Fred, played by Dana Andrews, is a former soda-jerk with a new bride and big dreams, though he comes from a lackluster upbringing.  Homer, played by Harold Russell, the youngest, has lost both hands in the war and must return to his close-knit middle class family and girl-next-door fiancĂ©e.  As the three nervously take a taxi home, they pass a tavern run by Homer's black sheet uncle, Butch, and are happy that there is at least one place they know they'll be welcomed.

Three Veterans on their way home.
Homer is dropped off first, joyfully welcomed by his parents and fiancee, Wilma Cameron, though his mother can't help but sob as she sees his prosthetic hooks.  Al is dropped off next at his high-end apartment, where he is greeting in shock and joy by his wife Milly, played by Myrna Loy. His children have grown up in his absence, and while his son Rob is still in school, Peggy, played by Teresa Wright, has become a young woman.  Lastly Fred is dropped off at the shanty where his alcoholic father and step-mother live, only to find that his wife Marie, played by Virginia Mayo, whom he married while in training in Texas after a whirlwind courtship, has moved out.

Al has come home.
All three are unexpectedly jarred and uncomfortable by being home and end up heading individually to Butch's tavern.  Homer, knowing his family are uncomfortable with him, goes to visit his uncle, where he finds Fred brooding and unable to find his wife.  Al joins them after dragging Milly and Peggy around for a night on the town.  Homer makes it home unscathed, but when the bar closes, Peggy drives the heavily intoxicated Fred and Al back to their apartment, when it becomes clear that Fred still can't find his wife.  Fred has a nightmare about a battle gone wrong and wakes up Peggy, who comforts Fred as he falls back asleep, sobbing.  The next morning she drives the apologetic Fred to his wife's apartment, and he confesses that while he doesn't know what he will do, he knows he won't go back to being a soda jerk.

Peggy comforts Fred during his nightmare.
Al meanwhile wakes with a hangover, and finally embraces his loving wife.  Later, Al must contain his irritation at his former boss, Mr. Milton, who wants Al to start back up right away with a promotion to the head of the loans department at the bank.  Though Al knows he is lucky to have a job, he is having trouble adjusting, and saddened by all those who didn't come back.

Al and Mr. Milton
Meanwhile, Fred has found his wife, Marie, a gorgeous blonde who has been supporting herself by dancing at nightclubs, and seems far more interested in showing off her cute husband in his army clothes than actually getting to know him.  Fred visits his old boss, only to discover that the pharmacy has been bought out by a larger chain.  His old boss tries to introduce him to the new manager, but Fred rebuffs the low-paying and menial job offer.  Homer's fiancee, Wilma, keeps trying to connect with Homer, and loves him as much as she ever did.  But Homer's anger at seeing his little sister and her friends staring at him and his hooks cause her to run away sobbing and Homer to isolate himself even more.

Fred finds his wife, Marie.
A few weeks later, Fred and Marie argue about Fred's dwindling money.  Fred has made Marie quit her dancing job, but Marie can't understand why she still can't go out and have fun every night.  Fred finally concedes and accepts the job at the drugstore.  Peggy comes to visit him at the store, and he takes her for lunch.  Fred confesses how his dreams of getting a decent job and starting a family with a little home have quickly deteriorated against harsh reality.  Peggy is understanding, mature, and sympathetic.  As he walks her to her car, Fred kisses her.  That same afternoon Al grants a loan to a fellow veteran, who is looking to work hard and establish himself after the war.  Though he has no collateral except his skills, Al grants him the loan, only to get gently admonished by his boss for "gambling with the depositor's money."  That night, preparing to go to a banquet in Al's honor, Milly confesses that she thinks Peggy has feelings for Fred.  Peggy has invited Fred and Marie out on a double date that night, and confesses to her parents that she is in love with Fred, but is trying not to be.  She hopes that seeing Fred with his wife will snap her out of it.

Al at the banquet in his honor.
At the banquet, a drunken Al gives a rambling and somewhat caustic toast, but ends by saying that he will gamble to depositors' money on the future of his country.  Although his boss is annoyed, Milly is proud of her husband.  Meanwhile Peggy's double date has backfired, showing her just how wrong for Fred Marie is.  She comes home and tells her parents that she is determined to break up their marriage and fight for Fred.  Her parents try to caution her, but Peggy is too emotional to think rationally.

Peggy's double date.
The next day, Al meets Fred at Butch's and asks him if he is in love with Peggy.  When Fred confesses he is, Al suggests that he prove it by doing the right thing for Peggy.  Fred then calls Peggy and lies, saying that she is the kind of girl who takes things too seriously and he has only been flirting with her.  He staggers out of the bar past Homer, who has come in to show Al that Butch is teaching him to play the piano with his hooks.  Peggy tells her mother of the phone call and bitterly says that she sees things more clearly now.  Some time later Homer visits Fred at the drugstore and gets into an argument with a man at the county who says that the war was unnecessary and a waste.  He insults them both, and Fred asks him to leave.  Homer goes after the man, but Fred pushes him aside and slugs the man.  He is then fired from his job.  As the two walk home, Fred advises Homer to tell Wilma how much he loves her and marry her as fast as he can.

Butch teaches Homer to play the piano while Fred breaks Peggy's heart.
Later that night Wilma comes to see Homer and says that her parents want her to go away with family, as it is clear that Homer no longer loves or wants to marry her.  Homer tries to tell her that she doesn't understand the reality of living with someone like him, but she insists that he let her try.  So he lets her see that after her takes his prosthetics off for the night, he is completely vulnerable.  Wilma, instead of running away, says she will always love him and never leave him, as she tucks him into bed.

Homer is vulnerable to Wilma.
Later, Fred has a final quarrel with Marie, who he surprises at home, about to go out with an old boyfriend.  She tells Fred, who has been unable to find a job, that she wasted the best years of her life on him and wants a divorce so she can go back to being a woman who works for a living.  Fred visits his father one last time and tells him he is leaving Boone City.  He leaves his many military awards with his father, as he now feels they are worthless.  Waiting for his flight at the airport, Fred sees a field filled with now useless military planes being taken apart for scrap metal.  Fred climbs into one and remembers the atrocities he encountered during the war.  The man who owns the salvage yard, Karney, startles him and asks him to get out of the plane.  Pale and shaken, Fred gets out, and after mentioning that he used to fly one, tentatively asks for a job.  Karney explains that they are using the plane metal to create pre-fabricated houses, and after some deliberating, gruffly offers Fred a job.
Fred in the plane's cockpit.
A few weeks later, everyone is gathered at Homer's house for his wedding to Wilma.  Fred is the best man, and nervous about seeing Peggy again.  At first they are pleasant, but awkward with one another.  But the beauty of the ceremony and the obvious love of Homer and Wilma effect them both.  While the rest of guest rush to embrace the happy couple, Fred strides up to Peggy and kisses her.  He pulls away and says, "You know what it'll be, don't you, Peggy? It may take us years to get anywhere. We'll have no money, no decent place to live. We'll have to work, get kicked around--"  But Peggy just smiles, pulls him close, and kisses him.

Peggy and Fred
The History
The Hollywood moguls got down to Oscar campaigning in earnest in 1946, releasing all their big films in the fall, right before the selections.  They had some major competition from foreign films this year, from Roberto Rossellini's Open City to the French film Children of Paradise.  The Brits had three big contenders: melodrama The Seventh Veil, Noel Coward's Brief Encounter (James McAvoy's favorite film, FYI), and Laurence Olivier's reenactment of Shakespeare's Henry V.  Henry V ran for forty-six weeks straight in New York City.
Laurence Olivier in Henry V
Hollywood began to take notice of the growing trend for serious, realistic subject matter.  Samuel Goldwyn decided to produce The Best Years of Our Lives, inspired by a Time magazine article about the difficulties facing soliders after leaving the service. He hired famed war correspondent MacKinlay Kantor to write a story and Pulitzer Prize winning playwright Robert Sherwood to adapt that story into a script.  He then assigned the film to his best director, William Wyler, and began assembling a cast of stars, all to counter statements that were being made about the state of the film industry.  Producer Walter Wanger, on a trip back from the continent, said that the industry was in trouble because of the  foreign market as audiences now wanted "true-to-life" and "mature" viewpoints in movies.  Goldwyn responded, "Times have changed but Hollywood hasn't...to maintain its place, Hollywood must set aside the old formulas.  It must find honest stories, stories with something important to say, stories that reflect these disturbing times in which we live."  What a coincidence that he should make this statement right before the release of his new film....

Filming of The Best Years of Our Lives
Wyler himself seemed unconcerned with political wrangling, and far more interested in making a good picture.  For a realistic feel, he hired recent World War II veterans as most of his crew (props, grips, mixers, etc) and bought all the costumes off the rack.  He also insisted on life-size sets, instead of the usual large scale ones.  This was Wyler's first post-war film, and he modeled several of the scenes and characters after his own life.  He was a major in the Air Force, and flew B-17s just like Fred.  He also modeled the reunion of Al and Milly on his own reunion with his wife.  The character of Homer was originally going to be a man suffering from combat trauma, but when Wyler saw Harold Russell in an army training film called, "Diary of a Sargent" about the rehabilitation of wounded servicemen, he changed the character and hired Russell.  Russell wasn't really an actor, but Wyler liked his natural, unstudied way.  When Russell came on set, he shook all the actors hands with his hooks in an attempt to put them at ease.

Hoagy Carmichael teaches Harold Russell to play the piano
Other studio heads soon got on the bandwagon, and each one tried to outdo the next.  But Goldwyn was determined that The Best Years of Our Lives would be this year's big film, and rode the wave of positive reviews.  Unfortunately, he couldn't control his star director.  Wyler claimed the producer had reneged on a promise to bill the film as "A William Wyler Production" and bilked him out of the profits.  Wyler left Goldwyn to form his own production company, Liberty Films, with Frank Capra.  After working together since 1936, Goldwyn and Wyler were no longer on speaking terms going into the Awards.  Eleven years later Wyler sued Goldwyn for $400,000.00, which would be settled out of court.  The two would never work together again.

William Wyler on set of The Best Years of Our Lives
The year continued as expected.  Each producer tried to outdo the next, while David O. Selznick continued his tireless crusade to top Gone with the Wind with yet another lavish epic (he wouldn't).  Still, Hollywood managed to deliver on the gauntlet thrown down by the Europeans with films like The Razor's Edge, The Yearling, The Best Years of Our Lives, and To Each His Own.  And of course, this year would also bring the return of Jimmy Stewart in my absolute favorite film, It's a Wonderful Life.  Despite its current reputation as one the best film of all time, it did not fit well into the current fad for realistic, grittier films.  It was a moderate success, and going into the Awards, it was considered to be an "Academy Awards dark horse."

Olivia de Havilland receives her Academy Award
The War was over and this year's Awards were a lavish affair filled with Greek columns, a five foot replica of the statuette,16 multicolored search lights, and a 66-piece orchestra.  Unfortunately, the show did not sell out and the left over seats were filled by servicemen hanging around outside.  The program opened with actor Ronald Reagan narrating a silent compilation of the Oscar-winning films of the past.  Unfortunately, due to a production glitch, the entire film was shown upside down and backwards, unbeknownst to the future president, who just continued to read.  Laurence Oliver was given a special Oscar for "his outstanding achievement" with Henry V.  Though Harold Russell was nominated for "Best Supporting Actor," he was considered a long shot at best, and was given a special Oscar for "bringing hope and courage" to the other veterans.  Olivia de Havilland received the award for "Best Actress," in To Each His Own, but created the big scandal of the night by publicly snubbing her sister, Joan Fontaine, and her attempts at congratulations.  The Best Years of Our Lives would go on to sweep the Awards, winning "Best Picture," "Best Director," "Best Actor," "Best Writing," "Best Film Editing," "Best Score," and yes..."Best Supporting Actor."  Harold Russell is the first and only actor to win two Oscars for the same role.  He was so overcome on stage that he was reduced to tears.
Frederic March in The Best Years of Our Lives...in his pajamas...
The Best Years of Our Lives marked the beginning of a new trend in films.  The days of "Capricon" films were over.  Penny March, daughter of "Best Actor" winner Frederic March, was less concerned about a new breed of films and more concerned about "the embarrassing fact that her classmates saw her dad in his pajamas [on screen] and that he drank too much in the picture."  This film would go on to be one of the first films to be selected by the Library of Congress to go into their newly created National Film Registry in 1989. It was the winner of the very first BAFTA award and remains one of the top 100 highest grossing films in U.S. History, and the 6th most attended film of all time in the U.K.  Though not as popular as it once was, this is still an enjoyable and relevant film.

Harold Russell with his two Academy Awards
After the film was finished, William Wyler told Harold Russell to take his money and go back to school, as there were not many opportunities in Hollywood for a man with no hands.  Russell took the advice and got a business degree from Boston University, authored two autobiographies, acted in the occasional film, served three terms as National Commander of AMVETS, and from the 1960s to the 1980s served as the Chairman of the President's Commission on Employment of the Handicapped, an unpaid position.  In 1992 Russell made the controversial decision to sell one of his Oscars to pay for his wife's medical bills.  Since 1950, the Academy had made all recipients sign an agreement saying they won't sell their statue, and they were rather upset with his choice.  Russell didn't care about the condemnation, claiming his wife's health to be more important.  He died of a heart attack in 2002.

Harold Russel with his two Oscars.
The Verdict
This year is the year of my favorite film of all time, It's a Wonderful Life.  So I was always rather surprised that it had never won the Award, and even more surprised that it wasn't exactly popular.  What movie could possibly have bested it?  I was ready to do battle on behalf of Frank Capra.

Frank Capra's It's a Wonderful Life
But if there's one thing I'm learning, it's that the movie to win each award is more indicative of the current cultural trend than the actual quality of the film.  So while I may think It's a Wonderful Life is the better film, I understand why The Best Years of Our Lives won.  Not that this isn't a great film!  I've actually come to decide that this film is one of my favorites of the new films I've watched.  And very interesting.

Night out on the town at Butch's bar

I can agree with the people of 1946, there is something compelling in cinema that attempts to follow the lives of real people.  All film is a fantasy world, but the best film finds a way to connect with the lives of real people.  Now, it is still the 1940s, so of course there is the perfect ending we've been waiting for.  There are moments of melodrama that would not be allowed in a film today.  But I loved this movie all the more for it, because again--it is a movie.  What fun would it be if Fred just left Peggy, never to be seen again?  You have to have some hope!
Homer has hooks for hands.
Still, the best part of this film is that it is about what happens to the hero after his war is over.  What was life like for Odysseus once he finally returned to Penelope?  For real people--not so easy.  Al can't slide back into his comfy banking job, Fred doesn't have the perfect wife and job he thought he would, and Homer--well Homer doesn't have hands.  Which actually seems to bother him less than it does everyone else.  And while everyone's life does end happily, this film doesn't tie everything up in a neat bow the way pre-war movies would have.  Al finally stands up to his boss, but he does so while intoxicated and the boss doesn't seem too thrilled.  Fred finally gets Peggy, but both know that it will be awhile before his life is back on track.  And while Homer does end up with Wilma, well, he still doesn't have hands.  He won't have hands.  Not ever again.

Wilma and Homer marry as Fred watches Peggy
I believe the message of this film is to find your happiness where you can.  Life will never be the perfect ending you envision.  But if you can adapt, stay strong, and maybe be a little bit lucky, you can carve out a life for yourself.  It has hope even through the darkness of reality, much like the ending of The Lost Weekend. How does this fit into my idea of post-war realism?  This movie is not Going My Way.  The ending is murky, with definite dark elements scattered throughout the film.  And yet, it did phenomenally well at the box office.  And even though nothing happens to Mr. Potter, everything wraps up quite nicely at the end of It's a Wonderful Life.  Box office results?  Not so great.  What does that tell you?  We'll see what happens next as we roll towards the 1950s...
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Sunday, April 3, 2011

A Post-Season Oscar Post

So I balked tradition, and didn't set out to write up a witty, glib accounting of the ceremonies this year.

Actually that's not true, I set out to write it.  It just never materialized for me.

I think this is because while I enjoyed having my friends over, making food, and commenting on the show--this year's awards fell a little flat with me.  I had such high hopes and expectations.  I really enjoyed watching the films this year.  There were so many incredible movies, and so much potential for great cinema.  Even though I had a pretty clear idea of the winner going in--it didn't diminish the fine films I had the privilege to watch.  So maybe that should have been enough for me.

But the Oscars are as much about great film as they are about show.  And this year's show fell horribly flat.  First of all were the hosts--what was the Academy thinking?  James Franco and Anne Hathaway are fine on their own, but together they are a total mismatch.  I get that they were trying to appeal to a younger audience, but why not then someone like Seth Rogen?  Someone with actual stage presence!  Don't get me wrong, I love James Franco, and I think he is an incredible actor.  But host?  Stand up comedian?  Not so much.

I am seriously interested in what drugs Franco took before the show.  He looked like Anne Hathaway's marionette/ventriloquist dummy.  It was just embarrassing.

And poor Anne Hathaway.  I think, starting to realize the show was going south, she amped up the perky vibe so much it felt like she was reenacting her own version of Little Orphan Annie.  As annoying as she was to watch, I sympathized with her; she basically had the carry the show on her own.  But did she have to be so cloyingly desperate?

Didn't they rehearse at all?  Didn't someone see a train wreck in the making?  But more than the hosts, I found my biggest disappointment lay in what no one could control.  The complete lack of drama.

Everyone looked very...nice.  No one wore a stuffed swan doll as a dress (but I really had my hopes on Helena Bonham Carter).  Oh, there were a few missteps here and and there but nothing glaring.  Nothing garish.  No risks, no flair, no drama.

None of the actors/producers/writers/directors gave a wildly inappropriate speech.  No one had to be dragged away from the podium, clutching their statuette and gesticulating.  I found the whole thing exhaustingly boring.  Wake up, Hollywood!  Are we so jaded that even this most fascinating and historically outrageous of award ceremonies can fail in such a spectacularly boring way?

Which is why I sat back for awhile dreading having to write this post.  Or write at all.  But in the end I think I lost my perspective along with everyone else.  If they were going to toss 80 years of history down the drain then what was I doing here?  After a month of brooding, however, I watched a short show on ABC chronically the top categories of fan favorite movies.  Best Musical--The Sound of Music.  Best Action Hero--Indiana Jones.  And I started to remember why I loved movies so much in the first place.  It's because like a good book, a good film can reach down inside you and make you thrill to dream the impossible.

I'm getting maudlin, I know.  I try not write in sappy moods; it turns my writing into "dear diary" entries.  But there is something wonderful in the discovery of cinema that can rock your world and make you view it differently.  So I'm grateful I got to watch all those films for this year's Awards.  And I'm glad that I'm going to keep on keeping on.....

Sunday, February 27, 2011

In Preparation for Oscar Night

Well!  The Oscars are officially here and my preparations are in order.  Oscar ballots?  Check.  Yummy snack recipes? Check.  Preparation by seeing all the Best Picture nominated films?  Check and check! 

And while I didn't quite finish up my own project (sadly, I just didn't have time for everything), I'm feeling pretty prepared for the Oscars.  Ten films in one month!  You must be proud.  I know I am.

Now, this doesn't mean I've seen every movie nominated for every category.  Far from it.  In fact for a ceremony that has nominated ten films for Best Picture, it hasn't always pulled from those films for the other major categories.  For example; Javier Bardem has been nominated in the Best Actor category, while Biutiful was not nominated for Best Picture.  Same for Nicole Kidman in Rabbit Hole.  But I digress...

I am so glad I've seen them all.  It's like actually doing my homework before class.  I feel prepared and excited for the show, and I can beat the pants off everyone else in my Oscar pool.  I hope.

Below, I have ranked the films in order of "winability," with the first being the one I think will win, and the last being the one I know won't win.  Read on.

The King's Speech
It was a close call for me between The Fighter and The King's Speech.  The King's Speech is a great movie (as I've already documented).  And for sheer light-heartedness there's nothing better.  You will absolutely leave this movie smiling and feeling better about life.  And you will like it, I promise. The acting is great, the costumes are beautiful, and you feel smarter for having learned something about history that you can bring up at the next cocktail party.  But there is a grittiness I missed with this movie.  A connection I had trouble making, no matter how likeable the cast.  This feels like a beautiful fairy tale.  But for Oscar gold I think this film will sneak in and win.  The Academy has been going for mass appeal lately.


The Fighter
This movie, on the other hand, is about as far from a fairy tale as you can get.  Unless we're talking wicked stepsisters.  The film is not perfect.  Christian Bale is so good in his role that he far outshines the other cast members, making you forget who the real protagonist is.  Everyone, in fact, seems to be out for what they can get, throwing their excellent acting chops around in order to eat up these gritty roles.  I feel bad for Mark Wahlberg, he has to play the straight man to the colorful crazies around him.  Although I must say Mark Wahlberg plays an excellent Mark Wahlberg.  Despite its imperfections, or perhaps because of them, this film gets to me in a way that The King's Speech doesn't.  I know these people, I feel for them, and I am riveted by them.  Every failure felt like a sucker punch, and I waited on the edge of my seat, desperate to know the ending.  They are both so different, and so good, it is hard to tell.  But while I think The King's Speech will win, The Fighter is the better movie.

The Social Network
I was surprised to hear that until recently, this film was the heavy favorite to win best picture.  Maybe I have an inherent dislike of David Fincher, brought on by my first film teacher.  He's got this kind of cheap thrills vibe that drives me nuts, and I feel that he relys more on camera and plot tricks than character development to get through his films.  Like a "look what I can do" attitude.  I thought the best thing about this movie was Jesse Eisenberg.  He is vulnerable, confused, socially inept, and trapped inside a cruel, sarcastic shell.  He made me love an essentially unlikeable character.  The rest of the film was entertaining, and it held my attention the entire time.  But Award worthy?  Like a friend recently said, "It was great and everything...but at the end of the day...it's about fucking facebook!"  Good point.  This movie can't win, because then I'm not sure I would trust the direction our society is heading in anymore.  What's next?  Twitter: the next revolution.

Black Swan
I was torn between this movie and 127 Hours, but I felt that if we were picking the Academy's favorite, this one seemed more their style.  Wow, this movie was hard to watch.  I don't think I can even look at my cuticles anymore without getting queasy.  This movie is trippy, confusing, and gratuitous--exactly what you would expect from the man who brought us Requiem for a Dream (Darren Aronofsky).  Manohla Dargis from the New York Times said it best when she called this film, "visceral and real even while it’s one delirious, phantasmagoric freakout." I felt like the scenes were leaping off the screen and ripping my own skin off.  Although, I have to wonder, Mr. Aronofsky, if you know women that well.  Because though I am dragged on a journey through one woman's increasingly twisted mind, she seems to me to be an incredibly two dimensional character.  She's a neurotic, insecure, workaholic virgin who looks so fragile you could snap her like a twig.  She's got a mother than reminds me of Mrs. Danvers and a psychosis that is never explained.  And really?  Gratuitous lesbian scene?  Is she so frigid because she only likes women or is this your way of being artsy?  Or perhaps I'm missing the point.  All I know is I spent the entire film in a state of acute discomfort, and unlike 127 Hours, it did not pay off in the end.  However Natalie Portman was brilliant in the role, and she's a lock to win for Best Actress.  She makes her character more than the cliche she was meant to be.  And she did all her own dancing.  Sorry, Black Swan fans.  I don't think I'm erudite enough for this.

127 Hours
Speaking of visceral.  I saved this movie for last, because, let's face it, I really did not want to see a man saw off his own arm with a blunt knife.  This was the best movie that I never want to see again.  I spent 1/3 of this film with my sweater over my face.  But once you get over the physical shock of seeing this film, you realize it's once of the best movies you'll ever hope to see.  James Franco managed to make being trapped alone under a rock the most intense, riveting experience I can remember having with a film.  This film is about watching a man who knows he is going to die alone in a matter of days.  James Franco crumbles, he fights, he finally carves his own tombstone into the wall of rock besides him.  Though you know the ending, watching someone who knows he's about to die is a wrenching experience.  Though I think Firth will win for Best Actor, Franco gives him a run for his money in this film.  Although the director had a little too much fun with his hallucination special effects.  Just chill and let Franco do his thing, okay?  You're distracting me!  Note: do not see this movie if you are claustrophic, hemaphobic, acrophobic, have high blood pressure, are pregnant or do not possess a sweater to cover your eyes at pertinent times.

True Grit
I happen to like Westerns, so I had fun with this film, which is actually a remake of an old Clint Eastwood movie.  Something about the spurs, the horses, the rugged...countryside?  Maybe I just have a thing for manly men toting guns.  It's possible.  Not that either Jeff Bridges or Matt Damon are particularly attractive in this film.  Jeff Bridges is a curmudgeonly old drunk with a secret heart of gold and a quick trigger finger.  Matt Damon is bearded in a way I never though to see, playing a Texas Marshall with high morals but questionable follow through.  Also, did anyone else notice he came off vaguely as a child predator?  Not enough to condemn him, but just enough to creep me out.  And then of course there is Hailee Steinfeld, who plays the precocious 14-year-old bent on revenging her father's death.  She's the best part of the movie.  She's funny, sharp, and just when she starts to get annoying, vulnerable enough that you forgive her.  The scenery is beautiful, the plot is fun, but the ending fell a little flat for me.  Not enough to secure Oscar gold in my opinion, but with enough tender, funny, unexpected moments that it deserves to be up there.  Though Westerns don't have the best track record for actually taking home the statuette.

Winter's Bone
This movie dragged.  It could be because, unfortunately, I'm not that interested in the Ozarks.  Or perhaps it's because the entire 100 minute movie can be sumed up in one sentence.  17-year-old Ree must find her meth-dealing father because he put up his house and land for bail and if he doesn't appear, Ree, her two younger siblings, and their catatonic mother will be homeless.  That's it.  Ree spends the entire movie stomping around wildernesses trailer parks trying to find him, dead or alive.  I did enjoy the chillingly beautiful scenery, and the way everything seemed to take on a grey, somber cast.  The performances were fantastic as well, and this movie has some great characters.  John Hawkes gives his breakout performance as Ree's uncle, and actress Dale Dicky does a wonderful job as the haggard wife of one of Ree's relatives.  Jennifer Lawrence's performance as Ree is perhaps the best in the film.  She is a true hero, fighting to save her family without a lot of options.  Unfortunately for her, I couldn't really get over how pretty she was.  It's not her fault, but everyone else in this movie looks so beat, her classically beautiful features stand out far too much, even in men's flannel.  It was long, cold, and depressing, but certainly this is what Oscar films are made of.

Inception
One thing that hurts this movie is that it was so popular...six months ago.  Unless fantastic, the farther a movie is from the ceremony, the less likely it is to win for Best Picture.  I enjoyed this film.  It's well crafted, intelligent, and full of incredible special effects.  The downside?  The movie is more about the intricate plot than the actors.  It's probably why none of them were nominated.  At the end of the day, this film is about director Christopher Nolan.  And I'm okay with that.  I'm also okay with Leo DiCaprio just phoning in his performance.  Come on, they're inside multiple subconsciouses!  The streets move vertically!  Will a sci-fi thriller from Comic Con win for Best Picture?  Nope.  Is it awesome? Absolutely.  Reference the latest line from Alec Baldwin on 30 Rock: "I never sleep on planes; I don't want to get incepted."

Toy Story 3
We all know this movie is only on here so that the Academy can show how in touch they are with popular films.  Also, lest we forget, this movie made over a billion dollars world-wide.  One of my friends, when hearing the nominees, said, "Is this their new thing?  Nine regular movies and then whatever Pixar made that year?"  Yup.  Don't get me wrong, I loved this movie.  And I will also admit that I sobbed through the last 5 minutes of the film when I watched it over Christmas, which earned me a disgusted look from my younger brother as he walked past.  This film is the perfect blend of sweet and humorous, with enough intelligence to keep an audience of any age interested.  But at the end of the day, this is an animated film for children.  I just can't put it in the same category of the other films.  This is why the animated movie category is there.  Which this movie is also nominated for.  So what's the point of this nomination again?

The Kids Are Alright
The kids may be alright but I'm not sure this nomination is.  It's not a bad movie but it definitely has its problems.  I'm told its a spot on representation of L.A. yuppies.  I'm not told why I'm supposed to care about L.A. yuppies.  And the only thing that makes this movie hip is the fact that the main couple is a lesbian couple.  Think about it--if Annette Bening were a man we would have another middle of the road family drama.  But because it is "exploring" a new family dynamic, suddenly this film is artsy and cool.  Bening just comes off as an unlikeable tight-ass whose character doesn't really mature.  Julianne Moore is a floozy who can't quite get her life together or take responsibility for her actions.  And Mark Ruffalo...well I love him in anything so I'll lay off him.  The kids are much more interesting than the adults in this film, but unfortunately we don't get to see all that much of them.  The ending is inconclusive, without any of the characters really growing at all.  I thought it pretentious and confused, with a few minutes of witty and unique levity that kept me from hating it completely.  This movie made me feel lukewarm.  Warning: don't see this film with anyone whom you would be uncomfortable watching graphic sex with.

So there it is!  My take on the nominated films this year.  I think The King's Speech will win the day, although The Social Network or The Fighter may sneak up from behind and snatch the award instead.  As far as the other categories, Natalie Portman will win for Best Actress, hands down.  And if Christian Bale doesn't win for Best Supporting Actor, there is no justice in this world.  I would have pegged Colin Firth as the Best Actor winner, but I thought James Franco pretty incredible, and Jesse Eisenberg might just surprise you.  Supporting Actress is a three way split between Amy Adams, Melissa Leo, and Helena Bohnam Carter, although I think Leo will squeak through.  And Best Director is any man's game, although I think the Academy may give it to Fincher (shudder).  Here's a link to the academy's own ballot: print and play with friends!

My theory in this blog so far has been that the movies nominated for Best Picture say something about the time in history that those movies were made.  Casablanca (1942) is all about finding the inner hero within oneself and never giving up the fight--all during World War II.  Rebecca (1940) on the other hand, is all about being trapped in a slowly declining hell of one's own making, right when America was beginning to be drawn into the war.  Every year, too, someone tries to come up with the theme of the Oscars.  Last year, it was "the military."  A few years before that, it was all about the foreigners.  So this year I spent some time coming up with a theme of my own for the films nominated, and how that applied to the current mood of America today.

I think this year's theme is a journey.  Each of the main characters above are on some kind of mission, or hero's journey, to get something they desperately need.  The King needs to loose his stutter; the fighter needs to win a match.  The geek needs to be socially accepted (and create facebook) while the ballerina needs to dance her part and the hiker needs to get out from under that rock alive.  One young girl needs to avenge her father's death, while another needs to find her father.  The dreamer needs to get home to his children and the toys needs to escape daycare.  And finally, the children need to find their father while their parents need to find themselves.

In the end, each person finds what they are looking for, but with an unexpected cost.  They find the end of their journey, only to find that the journey, or the ending, is not quite what they expected.  Last year, I think the films were a confused mixture of fantasy and despair, in the wake of crippling financial crisis.  We were either trying to escape the world we lived in or give in to the feeling that it was never going to get better, all the while wallowing in nostalgia.  This year, the characters are moving forward.  The endings may not be happy, but the goals are achievable.  We are getting there, and there is hope now, where there wasn't a year ago.

The king may be finally able to speak clearly, but only after going on an emotional journey with a strange speech therapist, something he wasn't expecting.  And the ballerina finally dances perfectly, but only after losing her mind and stabbing herself.  Goals are attainable, just maybe not in the way we once thought.  People are beginning to take changes again, to hope, and to realize that their goals are possible if they broaden their expectations of where they want to go.  In this way, I've decided the nominees represent a journey, a goal achieved, and most of all, hope in the face of the impossible.  It's not necessarily positive, but it is heading in the right direction.

That's enough for now!  Enjoy the show and I'll be back again later with my thoughts and highlights.  And the winner is...

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