Monday, March 01, 2004
Hear ye! Hear ye! Oscar-time has cometh!
Well, actually it, as we all know by now, cometh last night, but as I have reached the overripe age of 31, and furthermore am working full time, I have yet to actually watch the entre bloody thing, which is at the point virginally unseen on a cheap VHS tape.
But obviously I have seen the stars, the winners and most of the dresses. I also attempted to see Cold Mountain last night, but frankly, it was so boring, that the last third must wait until a rainy day, when there's nothing else to do. And I don't buy Nicole Kidman's coy, innocent girl, no way. She is a flirty thirty-something modern woman! And, Renee Zellweger...I know you all love her, but I am sooo not impressed. Generally. Oh, so she puts on a few pounds to play Bridget Jones. So brave to dare to be a size 12. Ooh, she's got a squaky voice, but she sings really well. Does she really? Cold Mountain left me, well, cold, and not even the sight of Jude in long johns can change that.
But back to the Oscars. No major surprises there, then. Except perhaps that the otherwise immaculate Charlize Theron looked a bit...orange. Jonathan Ross is always a laugh, of course, but am I the only person in the world who finds Ronnie Anconda or whatever her name is (it's Ronnie Ancona, ed.), wildly overrated and generally unfunny?
Maybe I'm just becoming a grumpy whinger (comes with age?), but to me, that's half of the fun. I whine therefore I am.
Well, actually it, as we all know by now, cometh last night, but as I have reached the overripe age of 31, and furthermore am working full time, I have yet to actually watch the entre bloody thing, which is at the point virginally unseen on a cheap VHS tape.
But obviously I have seen the stars, the winners and most of the dresses. I also attempted to see Cold Mountain last night, but frankly, it was so boring, that the last third must wait until a rainy day, when there's nothing else to do. And I don't buy Nicole Kidman's coy, innocent girl, no way. She is a flirty thirty-something modern woman! And, Renee Zellweger...I know you all love her, but I am sooo not impressed. Generally. Oh, so she puts on a few pounds to play Bridget Jones. So brave to dare to be a size 12. Ooh, she's got a squaky voice, but she sings really well. Does she really? Cold Mountain left me, well, cold, and not even the sight of Jude in long johns can change that.
But back to the Oscars. No major surprises there, then. Except perhaps that the otherwise immaculate Charlize Theron looked a bit...orange. Jonathan Ross is always a laugh, of course, but am I the only person in the world who finds Ronnie Anconda or whatever her name is (it's Ronnie Ancona, ed.), wildly overrated and generally unfunny?
Maybe I'm just becoming a grumpy whinger (comes with age?), but to me, that's half of the fun. I whine therefore I am.
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