Hi everyone! Thanks for all the comments about writing -- very thoughtful and interesting. I'm going to write a post trying to address these concerns at some point when my feeble mind starts working again.
I think I might be the only person who saw Milk in the theater with and without an appendix. It's good either way and I hope it wins best picture. Don't think it will because a lot of people aren't comfortable with Sean Penn kissing James Franco onscreen for an entire minute (coolest scene ever) and certainly not comfortable with the ways in which we as Americans have mistreated and discriminated against homosexuals (the historical footage is disconcerting to say the least). I know Slumdog Millionaire is the favorite, but I found the story to be way too corndog for my taste -- Dickens in India with a completely unbelievable love story. Beautiful pictures, but a little boring. If I can't buy into the characters, I can't fall in love with the story. Most of my writing is character-driven so it makes sense. I've always had trouble with plot. I never know what will happen next.
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I'm afraid I haven't seen either of them, or really any movie without a lot of explosions except Burn after Reading. I'm a complete barbarian where it comes to film.
Michelle,
I haven't been to the movies in a while...I think 'Let The Right One In' may have been the last film I saw in the theater.
I've always said that you know when a woman is truly beautiful if she looks great in a t-shirt and jeans...:)
Let me be the one to second Scott's emotion.
Tin Cup
i totally agree about slumdog, and i loved milk, posted on my blog about it. being who you are is always in season for me.
*shrug* Haven't been able to muster enthusiasm for Oscar in decades...I did like Million Dollar Baby though.
If the Academy doesn't do a tribute to Paul Newman at the Oscar ceremony it's a crying shame.--Oscar Winner
I guess I am a romantic realist.I believe in unbelievable love stories. The slums are real. The notion of two brothers coming from the same environment turning out to be opposites, is often true. One earned his money by wit and wisdom, the other thru blood and violence and thus the scene where he dies with his blood money. He came in at the eleventh hour. God is great were his last words.
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