I'm watching the Oscars right now, and reporting on what won the oh so much better Independent Spirit Awards almost a week late. Hugh Jackman is talking about cinematographers right now. I love cinematographers. I want to be one of them, when I grow to the full grown age a cinematographer must reach before he or she can be named 'director of photography'.
Best Feature:
The Wrestler
Best First Feature:
Synecdoche, New York
Best Director:
Thomas McCarthy for The Visitor
Best Male Lead:
Mickey Rourke for The Wrestler
Best Female Lead:
Melissa Leo for Frozen River
Best Supporting Male:
James Franco for Milk
Best Supporting Female:
Penelope Cruz for Vicky Cristina Barcelona
Best Screenplay:
Woody Allen for Vicky Cristina Barcelona
Best First Screenplay:
Dustin Lance Black for Milk
Best Cinematography:
Maryse Alberti for The Wrestler
Best Documentary:
Man on Wire
Best Foreign Film:
The Class (France)
John Cassavetes Award:
In Search of a Midnight Kiss
Truer Than Fiction Award:
The Unforeseen
I'm basically pleased with all of those. Are you? I still haven't seen Woody Allen's Vicky Cristina Barcelona, but I can assume it earned what it was given. And I really want to see In Search of a Midnight Kiss. Huzzah, mumblecoremania. Oh, and what I've seen for Medicine for Melancholy tells me it should have won best cinematography, even though The Wrestler had extraordinary, documentary style camera work. And now, to finish watching those fucking Oscars.
- Eric T. Voigt, "Singing Nuns"?
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