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In two parts:
1) The list of nominees was announced for the Academy Awards, and even though I know they're dumb and Hollywood's dumb and it's all a meaningless mockery of true meaning, I can't wait to watch.
2) And if Martin Scorsese (pictured), my favorite filmmaker, doesn't finally win best director (for The Departed, which I loved beyond all reason), I will cry salty tears. Actually, if he does win I'll probably cry too.
Liz Spikol is senior contributing editor of Philadelphia Weekly. She writes the award-winning column The Trouble With Spikol, which began as a chronicle of her struggle with mental illness, and has since expanded into humorous musings on everything from graphic novels to how to use a mop. She also writes the paper's book review column, Lit Gloss. This blog -- named one of the Top 10 Bipolar Blogs of 2007 by PsychCentral -- is about mental illness policy, news, personal journeys and more.
Comments
LS,
I agree with you about Scorsese. He is one of the few contemporary filmakers who is a true artiste, like Fellini and Kubrick. All others merely are clones of each other.
Dennis
Posted by: Dennis | January 23, 2007 12:52 PM
Great flick, great filmmaker! This one got the juices really flowing…
Warmly,
Herb
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Posted by: Herb | January 23, 2007 02:46 PM