THE ACADEMY AWARDS

We went to see The Artist  last night at The Screening Room. For me, the charm and the pleasure of going to see a movie there is roughly fifty per cent the movie itself, and fifty per cent the whole experience of being at that theatre. The remaining twenty-five per cent would be the coffee. Or the price of the coffee ($1.50!!). Or, to be exact, the organic, wildflower flavoured honey that can go into your coffee, should you choose. Served in a ceramic mug, no less. That's so quaint. Quaint in a really good way. And Wendy is SO nice! And all of her staff. 

And the movie, you ask? We enjoyed it. It was very entertaining. Very ballsy to create a silent movie, to be sure. The acting was wonderful. Nice to see John Goodman. The dog was perfect. The story was clever, I guess, and told well. But... NOT the movie of the year, surely.



The movie of the year, in my opinion, and I just KNOW that you care, would be Take Shelter.  A perfect movie in every way. Not one false move. If you ignore the bizarre ending... perfect. The acting. The script. The subtle and nuanced characterizations... 

After Take Shelter  I would choose, in a tie for second place, Moneyball,  and Rango. After those three I would group The Help, and Hugo, and The Tree of Life. Best actor? Could Johnny Depp win for an animated movie? No? Then how about Brad Pitt for both of his roles. I did not see Maryl Streep as Thatcher but can only guess that she fully deserved to win.