I liked Julia Roberts in both Notting Hill and Erin Brockovich; I mean, I thought that she was really good. Playing herself in Notting Hill, with her Americanness in that ensemble of archetypes, was difficult. She had at least three line readings that made me cringe, but the lines also made me cringe.
I thought that she was as good as advertised in Brockovich -- just not as good as one of her competitors in the Monkey's poll. Her cleavage alone was nominatable.
The only time I ever went on a date without knowing the date was to see Erin Brockovich -- someone with whom I corresponded online. A true 2000-kinda thing.
She was delightful, and we had a really good time (staying out late late late in Adams-Morgan after the film). My self-hatred and her move to Seattle kinda crushed that. She was from Kansas, but I called her Harvard.
What; this isn't my blog to spew my blogness. . . ? Sorry.
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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I liked Julia Roberts in both Notting Hill and Erin Brockovich; I mean, I thought that she was really good. Playing herself in Notting Hill, with her Americanness in that ensemble of archetypes, was difficult. She had at least three line readings that made me cringe, but the lines also made me cringe.
I thought that she was as good as advertised in Brockovich -- just not as good as one of her competitors in the Monkey's poll. Her cleavage alone was nominatable.
The only time I ever went on a date without knowing the date was to see Erin Brockovich -- someone with whom I corresponded online. A true 2000-kinda thing.
She was delightful, and we had a really good time (staying out late late late in Adams-Morgan after the film). My self-hatred and her move to Seattle kinda crushed that. She was from Kansas, but I called her Harvard.
What; this isn't my blog to spew my blogness. . . ? Sorry.
Yes; there were multiple dates before she moved. Inquiring minds want to know.
Huh, I did not know this. Of course, I was living in England at the time ...
I searched my mind to remember what you thought of it, and remembered that you weren't yet back.
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