Going My Way over Double Indemnity? Were they nuts?
The Greatest Show on Earth? Really? Over High Noon or The Quiet Man? Cecil B. blew somebody in a back room. He had to have.
And Rocky over Network is just a slap in the face, it really is.
But with all that said, in my humble opinion (HA!), the worst so-called Best Picture so far is Shakespeare In Love. Unbelievable to me that it was even nominated, but the Academy are suckers for English trifles in yards of expensive fabric. I am too, but there’s got to be good acting and a story with weight for me to love it. Shakespeare In Love was fluff of the middling-est order. Ptui! No challenge or heft. A mere costume thing. The bits of lint in my bellybutton have more conflict and emotional resonance while interacting with each other. And it wasn’t funny!
Further, I think Joseph Fiennes has all the charisma of a holey sock that’s been left in a mud puddle in the backyard after a rainstorm, and Gwyneth isn’t much better. I forgive Dame Judy because she’s in it all of 5 seconds, and I forgive Geoffrey because it’s not as if he gets so much constant work that he can pick and choose. Plus, Shine. Which was great.
Yes, I was bamboozled into watching it by a chick movie-loving pal. Two hours of my life! Gone!