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The red carpet is rolling out, the over-coiffed starlets are gettin’ their sequin on, and Mickey Rourke is still trying to decide which special pair of Ray-Bans to don.
On Sunday, March 7th, we can giddily anticipate these star-studded showdowns:
CHILDS VS. TUOHY
NAZI-KILLIN’ RENEGADES VS.
GRAVITY-CHALLENGED SENIOR ‘TOONS
BURMESE POLITICAL PROTESTERS VS. DEFENSELESS DOLPHINS
ROMULANS VS. ROYALTY
INDIAN SLAVES VS. TARANTINTOESQUE TENANTS
COMPUTER-GENERATED FANTASY WORDS VS. WASHED-OUT VICTORIAN ARTSINESS
CAMERON VS. BIGELOW
It’s the most wonderful time of the year! The anticipation! The surprises! The tears! The dashed dreams! James Cameron’s douchey acceptance speeches!
With the Big Event looming in only t-8 days, and fighting off my over-exhaustion from viewing everything (yes, I’ll watch Transformers – no, I won’t like it – and Il Divo – what? You’ve never heard of it? – in the upcoming days), I begin to offer you my predictions, my favorites, and my commentary on the films that made me so angry/bored that I desperately wanted to slit my own wrists or violently throttle the necks of the writers/directors/performers. Taking a cue from the Awards ceremony, I’ll work my way up to the Big Categories, posting a new set of predictions each day this week, and finally posting the Best Actor/Actress/Director/Picture next weekend.
And so: let the race begin!