I stayed out at a benefit party until the wee hours of the morning singing karaoke with drag queens, playing Wii bowling and talking up my buddies ex girlfriend and her cute little buddy until the sun came up. So much for not drinking for a day. Why does 4am come so fast? Also is there any way to avoid a cocktail in this town for 24hrs if you leave the house? Last but not least… If I never go grocery shopping, why can I always find something to eat out of old condiments and stale chips? Son of a bitch I need to find a passion for something other than booze and tits… Not that there is anything wrong with those things.
Well, I missed the Oscars. I actually enjoy them in a fucked up way. Being the cynical fuck that I am it surprises me that I sit here upset with myself for missing them for booze and boobies. In hindsight I should have went with the Oscars. Booze and tits be damned! God damn this 20/20 hindsight bullshit is always right. The thing is, I am going to LA for some film stuff at the end of the week and I wanted to remind myself that the famous are cooler than us and have better teeth. Damn it, I’ll just have to pick up People to fill me in and the wonderful gossip that only happens in La La Land.
I am stoked all my favorite films won. Proof again that my opinion rules and what I think is awesome; truly is. My title of king shit motherfucker stays in tact. I love the Coen brothers with all my heart (as much as you can man love a brother filmmaking team) and was touched by Best picture winner “No Country For Old Men” in a way that only they can. What other filmmakers make you identify with the oddities of life quite like the Coens? They make violence an endearing ballet. Not to mention, they are from my hometown and make me proud to be a Minnesotan. Also banging out the talent from MN, Diablo Cody, an ex stripper from the greatest dive dance club ever located right in downtown Minneapolis came up with the best screenplay for “Juno.” This was the feel good, hip ass comedy of the year. Check it out; it will make you chuckle and cry. (I’m a pussy)
Reading about this as I sit here awaiting yet another hangover I tip my hat to those that followed there passion to the ninth degree and grace us with powerful stories straight from the deepest parts of their mind and the deepest parts of their hearts. The Coens and Ms Cody make me want to be a better filmmaker, a better writer, and a better person. As much as booze and boobies rule, winning an Oscar has got to feel pretty damn good. Imagine all the booze and boobies you get then.
Reading some info on Juno early this morning I came across this out take. I want to give the chubby kid a hug after I “Animal House” the other guy over the head with his acoustic guitar. I know it wrong, but I can’t help myself. I hate acoustic guitar boys, yet I love this moment in film because it feels so innocent and real. I’m not even sure this is even part of the movie but i heart it anyways. Enjoy
Update: so this isn’t from the movie..oops The reason it feels so real and endearing is because it is real and endearing. They are the Naked Sumos. These guys are simple sweet and awesome. I’m usually more of hip hop – funk- soul guy but i got some love for the sappy acoustic stuff as well. I’m not going to put on a James Taylor album or identify to much with Elliot smith (RIP) but these kids got me. So support them, see them, make them your myspace friend and tell them how much they kick ass.
