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Monday, March 06, 2006

Not the Dog's Bollocks

Ticketless. If it isn't a word, it should be.

I went round for round for an hour and a half with LAN only to have them tell me they need the exact tax breakdown of my original ticket in order to issue me a new one. But yet they wouldn't get on the phone with the ticketing agency to get the info and claimed their computer system wasn't equipped with the neccessary information. It was a heated exchange. No one would've liked to have been witness.

Bollocks.

So, still stuck in South America.

Of other note, watching the Oscars dubbed live into Spanish may be one of the most vexing things ever struggled through. Not only are the joke's timing off, but the Peruvian sense of humor is much different here and their loudness varies greatly on how much they are amused. But I did come away from the experience with a few thoughts...

1 - It's not quite the same watching the show without Cory, Len, and JD. Just isn't.
2 - If Brokeback Mt were about two straight people wandering the hills trying to be in love, it barely would've been a made-for-tv movie.
3 - Best Original Song? If this is any indication, the Oscars are going the way of the dodo, or they were bought out by MTV.
4 - Best Foreign Film - no clips? Did they run out of money putting together all those montages and couldn't even show a clip of each film, which are undoubtably far better than the fare offered by America.
5 - Could Reece Witherspoon be any further from the best actress?
6 - Salma Hayek - wow.
7 - At least Kong got some cred for all the work it took to make. But just goes to show, the critics all go to see fantasy and science fiction films, buy the books, buy the dvds, sneak midnight glimpses of Harry Potter, Kong, Chronicles of Narina, but yet cant quite let themselves admit it come award time. I mean its decidedly more difficult to do the Art Direction for Harry Potter than it is for any period peice, or Memoirs of a Geisha, who won. It almost like admitting that someones imagination is vastly superior to your own, and certainly that can never be true.

All in all, another year of cinema, another year of art trying desperately to reflect life. Yet what I see is a pulling away. A continuing trend to explore the possible, to find escapist cinematic therapy. It agrees with me, with my love of creative expression and I hope it continues. Toward new untouched realms that can prod those delicate reaches of the mind to jolt you into another understanding.

more on this later..

- C

4 Comments:

  • At 5:32 AM , Blogger Patchalito said...

    It may be hard out there for a pimp, but I bet its even harder out there for a brother from another mother with no tickets home. You should make a film about your adventure away from the Shire Mr. C. That would be something worth watching...unlike a lot of the dribble in cinemas this year. Awarding the song "Its hard out there for a pimp" an oscar is less of a celebration of musical talent and more a realization of the academy's own irrelevance.

     
  • At 2:09 PM , Anonymous Jamie said...

    I am a bit disappointed that I was not involved in your remembrance of Oscars at the ER. If I'm not mistaken, I was the gracious bartender that 'kept them commin' when things didn't go our way!!

     
  • At 12:46 PM , Blogger Cor said...

    Len and I did miss you for the Oscars. In a very "non-Brokeback" way, of course. I watched at home and I'm not sure where he watched. Anyway, glad you're doing better.

     
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