
As I've mentioned before and will mention again, this Sunday brings the broadcast of the Academy Awards, and Lindy West and I will be live-Slogging the shit out of it.
I will of course be watching every second of the broadcast, but there is only race that I'm passionate about, and that is Best Actor. I had resigned myself to Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler triumphing over Sean Penn in Milk, but that was until I saw The Wrestler, and now I can say that I do not want Mickey Rourke triumphing over Sean Penn because Mickey Rourke's performance is nowhere near as good as Sean Penn's performance.
Yes, Rourke "went there" and gives "the performance of a lifetime," but consider the lifetime, and consider the performance—fully committed, maybe even faultless, but masochistic and vaguely exploitative where Penn's is pure artistry. I get the feeling that, had he been asked, Mickey Rourke would've been totally willing to shit his pants then smear his face with feces—no stunt double or fake poop—and that's not necessarily acting.
So: Please, God, see that the Best Actor Oscar goes to Sean Penn.
But enough about me.
What's your top Oscar wish?
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