No one gives a shit about Annie Hall.

Not sure how many people here on CP can speak to this, but I've observed that actors tend to LOVE movies about acting but writers tend to HATE movies about writing. Those tendencies are active in me too. I can count on one hand the number of movies about writing that I enjoy, but I get a visceral punch at almost anything involving stage performance. Even season 1 of Glee gets to me.

DING DING DING

**** the Oscars.

Well. Consider me duly a moron & a young whippersnapper.

I love Star Wars to death as a cinematic experience, but Annie Hall is a superior film. Perfect from start to finish, writing, casting, acting, pacing.

I've seen both in excess of 30 times apiece.

Coming from the Jar Jar of QB evaluation, I welcome it.

AUDIENCE SCORE IS LIFE

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I get this but still I gave up on the Oscars back in 2000 when Julia Roberts won for Erin Brockovitch over Ellen Burstyn in Requiem For A Dream.

Yeah, some things are definitely inexplicable. How about Gladiator winning Best Film but Ridley Scott losing Best Director to Steven Soderbergh, who directed Traffic?

They are both superior, but in different ways.

Annie Hall is a writers and actors showcase. Star Wars is the greater technical achievement and a perfect SciFi Space fantasy.

This is why I don't like awards. I hate having to pit movies ike this against one another. It's completley unfair. They are each perfect in their own way.

On another note, I saw a column earlier today where the writer was advocating that Hollywood should award more "commercial" films to make the Oscars more accessible the the mainstream


I think that would be a huge mistake. I like the fact that for the most part Oscar has been more "snobbish" when it comes to the huge commercial blockbusters.

I tried. I love quirky films, independent films, etc.

I gave Birdman 20 minutes and flipped it off. I'm sure at some point I'll go back and finish but I really can't stand theater and it just didn't grab me.

So "What We Talk ABout..." was slated on my reading list for Wednesday in class (I'd actually already put it on there before I even saw Birdman or knew that the short story was a part of the movie's plot). In light of the Oscar talk about the movie, I tried to give them a little preview by explaining that it's the short story they're adapting in the movie Birdman.

The mention of Birdman pretty much drew blank stares from my class with a few "Oh yeah. That's that one they kept talking about last night." No one had seen it.

Birdman is literally one of the worst movies I've ever seen in my life. How it got best picture is beyond me.

The Grand Budapest Hotel was my favorite with Boyhood running a close second. I enjoyed Birdman, The Oscars are too narcissistic for any other film to have had a chance this year.