If only that were the criterion. I used to drink with Roscoe Lee Brown and he let out bartender fill his Oscar ballot. He told me the voting didn't matter and the whole thing was rigged to the tits. I believed him and I still do. It isn't a matter of merit, it's anticipating the statement the upper levels of the Academy want to make for the year.
I guess. I don't know very much about it beyond the director's acceptance speech at the globes, saying it was his father's vision and blah blah. But you can see all the mainstream stars in it so he loses a lot of that credibility right there.
Going heavy for Scorcese and Hugo for Best Picture and Director because fuck The Artist and the odds are nice. +4300 for Best Picture and +700 for Best Director.
I watched My Week with Marilyn. Better than Meryl Streep as the Iron Lady? I dunno. Fuck it. Maybe? I don't think I'll be betting on Best Lead Actress.
I tried. The Artist is just too awful to watch. I don't know what the fuck everyone's talking about. Christ. The score is enough to make me want to punch a q-tip into my brain. Fuck that movie. It will get no wagers from me and I hope it tanks at the Oscars.
