I had the pleasure to see Black Swan, True Grit, Winter's Bone (horrible movie) and The King's Speech. Stunning assortment of fabulous cinema. But the Oscar goes to Black Swan. Impeccable. A classic and a masterpiece. Three thumbs up.
With a $100 video camera and a set of kahones, anyone can launch a career these days.
Ladies and gentleman, meet the new Eddie Murphy!
Many one hit wonders fall away as novelty acts. But every once in a while an unsung artist--a musician that is as good or better than others in their genre of music--goes barely heard. Gerry Rafferty was such a musician. With a voice like a prophet, he sings of large themes, life themes, and every song shines hope and meaning as if a beacon of joy. So much more than Baker Street and Right Down The Line, Mr. Gerry Rafferty.
It's a shame that he had to pass away for me to play his catalogue of songs, and to discover a dusty attic trunk full of songs that will have meaning for my life from this day forward.
I have not seen a modern movie that made such a distinct impact on me as Aronofsky's Black Swan. Nina Sayers is the quintessential Black Swan. Portman is a shoe-in for Best Actress. Superb in every way. The trailer does it little justice. Brava!
I watched the AFI Top 100 movie #12 Sunset Boulevard a couple weeks ago, and it's still playing over in my mind. The egomaniacal Norma Desmond. Joe, the down and out writer. Max, the servant (with a twist!). And 22-year old Betty, the wholesome young studio "reader". A fascinating film, that even Cathy gave an "A" rating. The quintessential role for Gloria Swanson, coming in the twilight of her career on the big screen. A gem.