Best Pic? - Watching The Hurt Locker requires a great deal of heart and mind – it lets you think to grasp the emotions. To the uninitiated: this is not your average testosterone-fueled war film. Boldly, Kathryn Bigelow’s magnum opus debunks the clichés, predictability and psychology of a war film. Quite a daunting risk at hand, Ms Bigelow, nevertheless, crafted it spellbindingly with the moral subtleties accentuated seamlessly. Equally worthy of extolment is the main protagonist, Jeremy Renner (Sergeant First Class William James), who has shown us the marvels, the complexities, the danger, and the psychological burden of a bomb expert. He’s quite the unconventional hero but his strength and confidence are akin to that of a superhero. As of writing, The Hurt Locker is my favorite film of the year. Now, I’m eager to watch Precious, Nine, A Serious Man, and Up In The Air and see how they’ll fare. The Oscar race is officially on!
Adieu, Joaquin! - Unrequited love (my favorite emotional state) is the central theme of Two Lovers. Poignant and bleak, minus the big nosh-up of melodramatic scenes, the film begs the worn-out query: Whom to choose between the two? Quite a throwback to a European style, the film offers meticulous and grand performances by Joaquin Phoenix (did he intentionally gain weight for this movie?) and the lovely Gwyneth Paltrow (gosh, there isn’t a trace of aging on her face!). Sadly, this is Mr. Phoenix’s last film. The man is such a genius who can portray anything with incredible nuance and sensitivity and will be achingly missed. (In retrospect, he should have won an Oscar for Walk The Line.) The last time I heard, Joaquin is into rapping. God forbid! What are you thinking, Mr Phoenix? You can not be the next Jay-z! It’s a long shot for you, buddy! Come back to earth and just make great movies!
Dirty Pop - The musical headline of the year: Grammys goes pop! As Beyonce, Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga and the Black Eyed Peas dominate the nominations, Grammys might finally redeem itself from the long-time hypocrisy and its anti-public sentiments. It’s still premature for a celebration, though, as some obscure songs/artists have penetrated that would be likely cherished by old voters. No wonder, the Grammys is yet to gain the amount of respect that the Oscars gets. So, will the Grannies, I mean Grammys go pop? Oh, one fine day, perhaps!
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