So, I have to miss the Oscars this year. In theory, this sucks, as it's usually a communal experience. Get together with friends, eat the nachos, rate the dresses. It's about clothes, and those 15 seconds between the end of the banter and the naming of the winner. Millions of dollars in advertising spent towards making those 15 seconds feel like some of the most suspenseful on TV.
There are about ten categories which are of any interest - so we're talking 150 seconds. Two and half minutes of nail-biting television out five-hours of blah. So, really, I'm only missing maybe three minutes of anything worth watching.
But I hope There Will be Blood wins everything, even in catagories for which it's not nominated. And I want to see what Ellen Page wears. Oh well. I'll put on a recording of last year's Gemini's and eat lime chips.
Props to Rachie, who was going to miss the Oscars with me to watch Independent Canadian Film from the late 80's. Our plans got foiled, but I appreciate it none the less. It's through the hard times that you learn who your real friends are. Boyfriend has been very good about this excersize as well, playing only from a selection of the 78 side-projects of Wolf Parade/Destroyer/Sunset Rubdown while I'm in the house.
To quickly sum up, what this week has done is prevented me from wolfing down drippy, spontaneous big macs every night, culturally speaking. I haven't been able to watch trashy TV; the momentarily-satisfying, voyeuristic junk that makes you feel ill afterwards. Or even Seinfeld reruns during dinner. I haven't watched much TV at all, in fact.
Props to Rachie, who was going to miss the Oscars with me to watch Independent Canadian Film from the late 80's. Our plans got foiled, but I appreciate it none the less. It's through the hard times that you learn who your real friends are. Boyfriend has been very good about this excersize as well, playing only from a selection of the 78 side-projects of Wolf Parade/Destroyer/Sunset Rubdown while I'm in the house.
To quickly sum up, what this week has done is prevented me from wolfing down drippy, spontaneous big macs every night, culturally speaking. I haven't been able to watch trashy TV; the momentarily-satisfying, voyeuristic junk that makes you feel ill afterwards. Or even Seinfeld reruns during dinner. I haven't watched much TV at all, in fact.
Next week, my goal is to watch way, way more; shows like MVP, and The Border - although I watched it once and had no idea what was going on. Anway, I'm also on the search for The Great Canadian Piece of Trash - no, not you, Rachel. Which Canadian show is as sickeningly satisfying as ANTM (and not CNTM) but is indiginous to our great land?
Saw Fido last night, and really enjoyed it. But even better was Andrew Curry's short film, added as an extra on the DVD. Very moving.
Saw Fido last night, and really enjoyed it. But even better was Andrew Curry's short film, added as an extra on the DVD. Very moving.
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Now is your chance to watch everything Don McKellar has written/produced/starred in. The man is a god on earth. And what about "North of 60"? Are reruns of it still on one of your channels? Teevee--the original bad boy.
And hey! All of old Degrassi has been released on DVD, except for one season. You can learn all those important life lessons in 21 minutes!
I'm sorry you are missing the Oscars. They've never really been my thing , but I know how crazy people get about them.
I's love to eat lime chips and watch Highway 61 with you.It's from 1991, so it almost might count as late 80s. Valerie Buhagiar is mesmorizing. And I piss my pants everytime Satan tells a little girl her dreams won't come true because she is ugly.
(k, I think I'm feeling like Ms. Canada now...I ahve actually never met anyone else as excited about Canadian film as I am.)
yeah, I watched the degrassi juniors on DVD a few months ago and they were AWESOME. Watch them immediately. Oh, and Twitch City is on DVD now too.
here's some good canadian tv. starring alan thick and some friends of mine. its actually set in vancouver. (i think)
and its all online. jpod. created by douglas coupland (after his book) and my playwright buddy michael. http://www.cbc.ca/jpod/
theyve worked together before. he adapted life after god for the stage which saw me naked and dreadlocked.
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