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Bow down to greatness- Oh Meryl, I’m betting on you.

I’m hearing that the Oscar buzz this year is Viola Davis may win for Best Actress for The Help. That’s great and all….but….. Meryl, Meryl, Meryl- needs. to. win.

I know Meryl has won before. But she is so frickin’ fantastic all the time. She has won twice- Best Supporting Actress for Kramer vs. Kramer and Best Actress for Sophie’s Choice. That was 30 years ago!! She’s been nominated practically every year- from A Cry in the (dingo ate my baby) Dark, to The Devil Wears (bitch Miranda Priestly) Prada. She leads most ever nominations with 17 total. 17 for crying out loud!

Accents, prosthesis, nudity or disabilities are pretty much a shoe-in for winning. Aside from the nudity part, Meryl has completed all these criteria.

In the movie Iron Lady, she wore some serious dental prosthesis. Ding ding. Winner.

Viola has been around a while too.  With some starts on NYPD Blue, Law and Order, she even costarred with Meryl in Doubt. She even worked with George in Syriana. Oh, I’m sorry- George Clooney. We are on a first name basis. AND Meryl and George did voices for Fantastic Mr. Fox. It’s all a 3 degrees of Hollywood separation thing.

Then there’s Rooney. She is a long shot to win. But I always appreciate someone’s devotion to their craft. Her transformation to Lisbeth Salander was astounding. Nipple piercings? Computer hacking skills? Visiting an autism center?  Her nomination should be an honor in this stage of her career. Just please Rooney- please don’t turn into one of those Kristen Stewart types where you look completely uncomfortable with your fame, pretend to ‘endure’ the fashion thrown at you for free, say that you owe it all to the fans but look like someone is giving you a colonoscopy every time you are interviewed. Anyway… you get the idea.

Oh and then there’s Glenn. Glenn, how have you NOT won yet? After Fatal Attraction I was mesmerized. After Dangerous Liaisons I was enchanted. What can you NOT do?? The Victor/Victoria Albert Nobbs get up is superb.

Michelle- your portrayal of Marilyn is spot on. Dawson’s Creek you are far from. You will have a promising career of many more nominations, I promise. You will win. Just not this year.

How to choose one? (courtesy therepublika.com)

Everyone in this category this year is deserving. But my money is on Meryl. Votes are cast. Couture is being pressed. Jewels are on loan. Meryl will probably show up wearing something understated with a big clunky necklace. Her hair swept up casually and not even wear much makeup. And she’ll look stunning like always. Because she knows she’s awesome. Right? I mean- she’s Meryl.

Dear Readers, There’s an obsession I’ve been keeping from you.

I LOVE awards shows. I know! God forbid you have to watch those boring award shows that go on for hours. Most of you would rather have bamboo shoved up under your fingernails.

I guess it’s not a secret that I like movies. I’m not one of those Indie film buffs that scoffs at the Academy Awards. Far from it. I ADORE the Oscars. It’s a love affair that started when I was 8 years old. I watched the Academy honor Chariots of Fire with the best picture award instead of Raiders of the Lost Ark. English men running in slow motion to Vangelis is not as exciting to a 3rd grader as Indiana Jones running away from a giant paper mache ball. But anyway, it didn’t change my feelings for the Academy. I don’t hold a grudge.

Instead, ever since that night that dazzled me watching all those movie stars, I loyally perched myself on my couch for the 4  hour marathon each year, to see which cinematic legacy would be awarded. Unlike that first year I watched where Ark lost to Fire, I have agreed mostly with the Academy’s decisions. Hurt Locker vs. Avatar; The Kings Speech vs. Black Swan (thank God)…However, I didn’t like Unforgiven winning over Howard’s End. I have a love affair with Emma Thompson, okay? At least she won best actress that year. And The Departed beating The Queen or Little Miss Sunshine? Oh well. I realize Martin Scorsese is awesome, so I will let it go.

Oh Emma how I love thee. Could it be coincidence my first born is named after you?

One day I will attend the Oscars. I always dreamed I would go as a nominee. Yeah, that ship has sailed. Unless they come up with an honorary nominee of lifetime achievement watching movies from a couch, I’m not qualified.

But I still put it out there in the universe that I will attend the Oscars. I will see movie greatness in person. By then studios will be greedy corrupt conglomerates and there will be like 20 best picture nominees. Oh wait… we’re almost to that point. What is up with 10 nominees for best picture?

Still, I probably won’t be wearing the Bob Mackie dress I envisioned myself in when I was 13. Yes, it had more fabric than Cher’s getup. Maybe Valentino, Zac Posen, Dolce & Gabbana. Oh wait- I don’t have the body for safety pins up the side D&G style.

Ohh, you go gurrll!!

Or maybe it will be from Nordstrom Rack like my Grammy dress. Either way, I will go and I will probably tinkle in my SPANX yet again.

Let’s hope I go before I’m 80. It would be so nice to be able to wear SPANX instead of Depends. Well, that could be sooner than 80…

This year, I will be wearing Lululemon Haute Couture and eating quinoa cakes with almond milk, while  sipping oolong tea. Emma and I might go wild and have a Rice Dream frozen sandwich and some homemade popcorn sprinkled with nutritional yeast. It will be so much fun.

And in case you are wondering. I will never host an Oscar party. I can’t possibly enjoy my show while trying to see to everyone’s drinks and hors  dourves and shushing everyone. That’s not fun.

Until I’m there at the Kodak Theater, or wherever they will be in 2030, I will watch comfortably on my couch.

If anyone knows any producers of the show, boom operators on the red carpet, spray tan facilitators for Ryan Seacrest, or towel holders in the ladies’ restroom- I’m happy to be hooked up. Hey- putting it out in the universe is the first step Oprah would say.

I will be blogging incessantly about the Oscars until Monday. Next will be about  my love affair with Meryl Streep. My devotion to Helena Bonham Carter and how she’s nuttier than squirrel turds, but how I love her anyway. And also, how Glenn Close really deserves one of those gold statues sometime soon.

Yes, you cheated on Emma with Kenneth, but you are the craziest cat and I love you for it.

How has she not won yet?

I love Billy Crystal, but I’m a Hugh Jackman fan, so I would really appreciate it if they brought him back. Leave Anne Hathaway to her movies though and James Franco to his writing and art. Thank you.