Bite Me, Oscars
I’m not much invested in Oscar drama (I used to be, when I wanted to be a film critic), but I have to say I’m really disappointed that Peter O’Toole did not win the Best Actor category. After all, if they’re going to appease the Oscar gods and finally give one to Martin Scorsese (who has six nominations for directing including last night’s), shouldn’t they do right by Mr. O’Toole and give him the award he so richly deserves (eight nominations—eight freaking nominations!!)? Damn Academy—do not continue to diss the best Henry II of England ever! That man kicks acting ass, and this is what I have to say to the Oscar community who thinks I don’t think much of them.
“Much? I don’t think of you at all.”
Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, you are the Geoffrey, Duke of Brittany, to my Henry II.
I demand justice! Justice!
Seriously–damnit, I’m so pissed off. I’ve obviously got nothing against Forest Whitaker, but they’ve been pulling this crap on O’Toole since “Becket”! 1964, people!