I’m a big Anglophile. Having been born in Cleveland instead of London is the greatest injustice inflicted against my person. And while my feelings towards the Royal Family can best be described as indifferent, I was put off by author Hiliary Mantel’s bizarre attack on the Duchess of Cambridge. Mantel is a brilliant writer, there’s no doubt. Her two books on Henry VIII are masterpieces that deserved all those awards. I can’t wait for the concluding volume of the trilogy. But calling Kate Middleton a “…shop-window mannequin with a plastic smile whose only role in life is to breed” is low class. I wonder what’s at the heart of Mantel’s loathing? Let’s explore a theory I have.
“…a jointed doll on which certain rags are hung…with no personality of her own, entirely defined by what she wore.”
You wanna play rough cupcake? Who’s dressing you? A rep from the Longshoreman’s Union?
Methinks Ms. Mantel is consumed with envy. Spend year after year writing about the Royals and eventually you’d probably want to be one. I’d sell my rotting soul for the kind of success she enjoys. She should be happy instead of tense.
Why the Academy didn’t ask me to vote: The rest of the lot.
Beasts of the Southern Wild. Didn’t see it. I have no idea what it’s about. Scary poster.
Les Misérables. I am reluctant to say anything negative. Their efforts were so sincere. Poor Anne Hathaway cut all of her beautiful hair off for the cause. She should get an anti-vanity award for that alone. But, I’m sorry. I never saw the musical and was unaware of how relentlessly dreary the plot is. And I couldn’t UNDERSTAND a word they were singing. It’s unintelligible. That’s been a reoccurring problem for me. I’ve always found lyrics difficult to decipher. It’s why for many years I thought Jimmy Hendrix was singing “Scuse’ me while I kiss this guy.”
Life of Pi. Loved it. I’ve heard some people grumbling about the ending but I completely bought into it. Unfortunately, about midway through, the 3D glasses started to feel like a giant hand clamped onto my face and the discomfort took me out of the story. I have to wear glasses in a theater, which means I had to put the 3D glasses over my regular glasses. What a pain! No more 3D movies for me.
Silver Lining Playbook. I don’t understand the supporting actor nominations for De Niro and Jackie Weaver. They were fine performances but nothing special. It was a little upsetting watching De Niro cry because he wasn’t a good daddy. Travis Bickle crying? Jake LaMotta crying? Bullshit. But Jennifer Lawrence and Bradley Cooper are accomplished, great actors with chemistry to spare. They’re the new Tracey/Hepburn. The new Bogie/Bacall. They should be forced at gunpoint to make more movies together. Loved it. Best Picture. Cooper is going to do a revival of The Elephant Man on Broadway. I can’t wait. Do you suppose they can get Lawrence to play Mrs. Kendal?
10,000 thank-yous to the lovely and eminently readable Madam Weebles for the generous invitation to be her first guest blogger. A much greater honor than she could possibly imagine. And, no, that’s not one of my witty sarcasms.