I’m such an idiot. See, months ago Brad asked me to write a piece on the early Oscar race because everyone jumped the gun extra early this year and started spewing out ridiculous predictions. Initially I was going to platform off of Oliver Stone’s World Trade Center because I had four films locked up in my predictions and I wanted to see if it would make the cut. I just got more confused and the more I looked at the Oscar race, the more it started to creep the hell out of me. The more I kept hearing about this film gaining favor, and that film falling off.
Last year, it seemed so easy. As late as mid-November I was rock-solid on Memoirs of a Geisha, Munich and Brokeback Mountain, followed by Cinderella Man and Syriana. Now, I was of course, dead-wrong on three out of the five picks (you had to be an illiterate caveman if you didn’t see the writing on the wall for Memoirs of a Geisha) but at least I thought I knew what I was doing. And I’m going to have to be straight up with you now…
I have no idea what five films will be nominated for 2006.
My predicament reminds me of that great scene in The Man Who Wasn’t There where Tony Shalhoub tells Billy Bob Thorton’s Ed Crane where he says:
“Well, you gotta look at it. But sometimes you look at it, your looking changes it. Ya can’t know the reality of what happened, or what would’ve happened if you hadn’t-a stuck in your own goddamn schnozz. So there is no “what happened”? Not in any sense that we can grasp, with our puny minds. Because our minds… our minds get in the way. Looking at something changes it. They call it the “Uncertainty Principle.”
And that’s pretty much how I feel. Because I dragged my feet so long writing this frigging thing, I’ve looked at things for so long that they no longer make any sense. I can’t tell the contenders from the pretenders. And if I can’t make heads or tails out of them, by God my pet orangutan, Wadsworth, will.
This will be Wadsworth’s first foray into Oscar picking, so bear with him. I’m going to tell him about some movies and he will indicate to me what he thinks.
Wadsworth took off his diaper and jumped on the chandelier. He seems pretty excited, but he isn’t quite swinging. I take this to mean that Catch a Fire has a chance at a Best Actor nomination for Derek Luke but probably not a Best Picture candidate.
Wadsworth jumped down from the ceiling and hopped on his wooden rocking horse (a thrift-shop grab). He is holding his cowboy hat up in the air and hollering. The neighbors will have my ass.
If my monkey senses are correct, Wadsoworth seems to be saying that unless Dreamworks cowboys up and releases Zodiac this year, the film will end up a longshot for the 2007 season. Timing is everything.
Wadsworth just gave me the finger and walked out of the room to raid my fridge. He drinks all my beer. I literally have to hide the mini-cans from him. Needless to say, Wadsworth doesn’t think highly of Bobby‘s chances.
The fact is Eastwood could make a movie about the intricacies of nail clipping and Wadsworth would have considered it as a contender. But I have actually seen this one and I thought it was a fine, though flawed, film. I don’t think it’s good enough, but enough people might.
Wadsworth is showing me his teeth.
Wadsworth just defecated on the floor, folded his arms and is staring at me. He might strike at any moment. I don’t think he likes this film’s chances at all.
Wadsworth just jumped on the couch and used the clicker. “Project Runway.” Are you kidding me, with this crap?
I think Wadsworth is telling me the screenplay and director may get a nomination, but nothing else will. I’m also beginning to rethink this entire enterprise.
Wadsworth is scratching his orangutan nuts and sniffing them. He turns to me and shakes his head. This one doesn’t smell like a contender to Wadsworth.
Wadsworth hops to his feet on the couch and starts doing the “Walk Like an Egyption” dance. Hmm. The last time he did this it was because a movie did decent box office but it needed at least 100 mil and an impassioned fan base in order to have a shot.
Wadsworth seems to be thinking extra-hard about this one. His eyes squint and his body tenses up. I can understand, why. This is a hard film to gauge. I doubt it will be a great film. But it might be a good one and Will Smith looks like he has a legitimate shot at his second nomination. It could be the feel-good surprise of the year.
Wadsworth ended up just passing gas.
I can’t explain quite what Wadsworth is doing at this moment, but suffice to say as soon as I mentioned Beyonce Knowles’s name he began doing “it.” Wadsworth is officially fired. He leaves the room in defeat.
Consider this not only a contender, but the favorite from here on out because Flags of Our Fathers is respected, but not loved. I don’t care what that frigging ape says.
The movie looks good but Soderbergh is so hit-and-miss it’s hard to tell. I will guarantee a Cate Blanchett nomination but that’s about it for now.
Wadsworth is back and giving me those puppy-dog eyes, only they’re from an orangutan.
Wadsworth is now holding a knife. Someone call the police.
Wadsworth has asked I announce to the online world that the orangutan’s day has come. He says Flags of Our Fathers, Dreamgirls, The Queen are locks. He also seems to believe The Good German and The Good Shepherdhave the next best chances because the feature the word “Good.”
I think he’s right about the locks, but I say two “Good” movies is one too many. I say The Good Shepherd makes it, but the German doesn’t. I say Little Children has too many people that hate it and The Departed ends up getting the surprise nod. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a death-dance with a monkey.