Sunday, June 30, 2019

1991 Alternate Oscars








My choices are noted with a ★. Historical Oscar winners are noted with a ✔.

10 comments:

Mythical Monkey said...

In case somebody drops a line complaining that I only nominated JFK in one category, I'll just go ahead and say that while I enjoy a paranoid thriller about the Kennedy assassination as much as the next guy (e.g., James Ellroy's American Tabloid), I find Oliver Stone's JFK a tedious bore filled with some of the worst scenery chewing of the decade.

So no soup for you.

mister muleboy said...

But, but. . . . The president dIED. Or so they tell us

Mythical Monkey said...

Ah, but Bubba Ho-Tep clearly established that he didn't die ...

mister muleboy said...

Bubba Ho-Tep is a documentary. . . .

mister muleboy said...

Apropos of zilch, I find that I don't much like any of the movies [even mentioned] since about 1986. I've seen most of the stuff you include in the polls, but my first feeling when reading a title or performers name is one of mild nausea. . . .

mister muleboy said...

I'm missing an apostrophe

Mythical Monkey said...

I find that I don't much like any of the movies [even mentioned] since about 1986

So I went back and looked at the list of movies I nominated in any category for the years 1986 to 1991. These are the only ones I've watched in, say, the last three years:

Miller's Crossing
Quigley Down Under
Bull Durham
Die Hard
The Princess Bride
Aliens


There are other nominees I like, but don't own and haven't stumbled recently.

my first feeling when reading a title or performers name is one of mild nausea

I find bread, milk and processed sugar give me a feeling of nausea (from mild to severe) since my surgery. Hopefully, that's going to clear up with time. But I had some cheese and crackers two weeks ago that left me with my head in the toilet for an hour!

I'm missing an apostrophe

I'm missing an esophagus. For the first time in my entire life, I know what it feels like to not be hungry. I think I could go all day without eating.

Mythical Monkey said...

I had a conversation Saturday night at the neighbors where, after the obligatory inquiries after my health, didn't include me spouting about my ex-cancer for, like, an hour. I'm hoping to work up to days then weeks and maybe months and years without thinking about it.

In the meantime, yawn ...

Mythical Monkey said...

stumbled recently

stumbled across recently

mister muleboy said...

I can talk about cancer 'til the cows come home.

Which is a long time, since no cows have come home in my world since, like, forever.

Michele and I watched Quigley Down Under recently, and I had to bail out. I remembered liking it, but I couldn't stick.

I can watch some scenes in Bull Durham over and over, but the movie has too many scenes that make me want to enlist in the Curacaoan army.

Die Hard was suddenly on a television screen near me, and I watched for a long time. I found it cartoonishly entertaining, and still wanted to climb into the set and beat the shit out of the feds.


On the other hand, I went to see When You Read This Letter, a 1953 melodrama helmed by Melville. It was trite, tawdry, and still . . . just great. Spolier alert -- the nuns killed the aliens!

I will be seeing you quite soon. I doubt we'll meet up in the Red Porch, as neither of us wants to go there at this time. I fear it will rain. May God look after you, and fear you. For you are the Monkey.