As a follow up to our earlier “Desert Island Disc” staff project, Northshire staffers recently put together a list of their all time favorite movies. For some reason I can't quite put my finger on, as much as I enjoyed the prior project and love music without equal, there was something even more magical about watching this list of cinematic favorites come together.
I understand that the Grammy Awards drew a bigger television audience this year than the Oscar presentations. The explanation, offered no doubt with a fair helping of sour grapes, was that Whitney Houston’s sudden passing spiked an interest in the Grammys. I hope there is no truth to the rumor that the Academy is scheduling next year’s ceremony to coincide with a big star’s death. It sounds ghoulish and very tentative. The show is bad enough when it’s carefully planned.
Someone asked me if I watched the Oscars and, like most self-styled movie snobs, I reacted as if they had wondered if I went in for bungee jumping. I have a lot of trouble giving validity to an organization that actually believes that The Apartment is a better film than Psycho or that a stodgy antique like The English Patient was preferable to a movie as vital and influential as Fargo.
And Forrest Gump, of course, was the coup de grace.
“No,” I answered, “I watched The Lady Eve instead. I did see Angelina Jolie’s leg flashing. If that was a highlight, I guess I didn’t miss much.” Pretty civil, don’t you think?. (READ MORE)