The Monkey (i.e., me) had lunch with faithful readers and longtime pals mister muleboy and bellotoot yesterday. What with commuting with mister muleboy and the long chat with bellotoot, lunch lasted about six hours—a lot of conversation under the bridge, amongst which the topic of my recent lack of blogging came up. I have my reasons—yuletide busyness, post-award modesty, and an essay about Mary Pickford's Stella Maris that stubbornly refuses to write itself—but mostly I think it can all be boiled down to the words of this song by one of my favorite singer-songwriters, Liz Phair:
I promise to wake up and get back on track after the new year. Thank you for your patience.
Named for Katie-Bar-The-Door, the Katies are "alternate Oscars"—who should have been nominated, who should have won—but really they're just an excuse to write a history of the movies from the Silent Era to the present day.
To see a list of nominees and winners by decade, as well as links to my essays about them, click the highlighted links:
Remember: There are no wrong answers, only movies you haven't seen yet.
The Silent Oscars
And don't forget to check out the Silent Oscars—my year-by-year choices for best picture, director and all four acting categories for the pre-Oscar years, 1902-1927.
Look at me—Joe College, with a touch of arthritis. Are my eyes really brown? Uh, no, they're green. Would we have the nerve to dive into the icy water and save a person from drowning? That's a key question. I, of course, can't swim, so I never have to face it. Say, haven't you anything better to do than to keep popping in here early every morning and asking a lot of fool questions?
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