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Alright, let's keep this simple. No one can play aces like Chris. He's, you know, this little guy that defined a dead mag to an alive cultural curb. His mansion is almost as expensive as James Camerons'. No joke. I bet there's like 62 bathrooms there, and 115 bathrobes. One for each end of a sink!
Point is, maybe Chris just needs a wake-up call after all. Ever since what, like a decade ago, his movies tend to be adaptations, a loosely-based script, or just a plain old book-to-flick attempt. They all worked. (Get "The Dark Knight" out of your head. We all knew that it was the epic film that was even more epic.)
Chris, well, this visionary dude just trials gold coins everywhere behind me. Even "The Prestige," a sour dissapointment for others, and a bunch of praise for a really hunky Christian Bale, violaed a dreamy degree.
Yes. Magicians. Jokers. Batmobiles. Writings on hands. This guy only directied about 7 films or so. Not a time to lay back and spend all your moolahs on whores. (This time, this ones written all under Chris's pen. Hopefully, there ain't no Titanic flirt giggles for Leo...)
The cover up is the movie that should've been in 3D. Pretty colors! Suave dimensions! Popping images! Really bad heaches! Minus well just slap in a freaking Na'vi whose kicking ass 360 all the way to 10 ft. tall Sigoruney's height. "Inception" isn't all about that. It's going to be a baking soda, fizzling all the way to why "The Matrix" could've been better, why sci fi flicks need to focus more than just being eco freindly or alien-paranoia. More like history, politics --- and all that nifty stuff you learned in high school --- crossed over with summersualts, kicks, curvy bullet trajectories, and a really hot Marion. (By the way, her character dates chubby Leo. Hmmm.. sensing some trouble?!)
Yeah, even pregno Ellen Page gets a chance to kick some wazoo. Guess the baby fat hasn't backfired her thinking skills. So does Joseph Gordon-Levitt, a Heath Ledger look-alike who looks like the comic vantage in contrast to Leo's bad ass targets.
Or maybe not.
Maybe, Cillian Murphy divulges the taste of his medicine, the guy behind the Scarecrow, and now the guy behind a rivarly dream thief establishment.
Or maybe not.
Maybe, Michael Cain, the wise guy for the silent, taciturn "kill whatever you find" Bale, is uhm... not so wise?
Turns out that maybe the scarecrow, maybe the pregno, maybe the revived Heath, just makes an epic movie even more epic. Something that is both silent, wise, a loss of naive baby fat, gonna go strike some rules, underage.
Chris just has to put on a poker face before he finally pronoces himself as a cooler director than James. A guy that doesn't need to have a lot of money to make a lot of kids go drooling.
Simple? You'll probably never see anything quite too simple in "Inception." No simple kicks, no simple lies, no simple targets, no simple plans.
And no simple Chris.
So Oscars are still here to stay for a next alderine rush. What about the Golden Globes? Na'vi tribes dominated the winning plate, Mo'nique's sappy, feel-good but crying speech seemed like it was scripted from the heart, and some icy looks from Reitman and Taraninto were spotted during the viewing. Ricky Gervias hosted this time around with some refreshing acholol jokes with Mel Gibson, a nice promotion for his new DVD "Invention of Lying" and of course that penis piercing gag. Who could ever forget that?
Apperantly, James Cameron. He's the winner for Best Director (a doleful look from his ex, Katherine Bigelow was concealed from her happy-go-lucky congrats) and Best Motion Picture - Drama for his now juggernaunt and soon-to-be bride for Titanic. Right now, the famed filmmaker won't have any time for poop jokes or British slangs from Grevais --- instead, a warm luck from cast members. At the after party, cast and crew were surprised by Avatar's virtious winning --- so was everybody. Up in the Air or The Hurt Locker were once the dual battle, Avatar seemed like it was almost snubbed like last year's fiasco with The Dark Knight, but this time Globe's had a so-called guilty pleasure with the sci-fi blockbuster. Cameron's speech was at times hysterical, moving, and ultimatley, still trying to shrug off the Na'vi fanboy's speculation.
But there was much more than that: Mo'nique's win, Barrymore's statutte, Cloh´'s mammoth embaressment and Bullok's awe-inspiring won in par with Jeff Bridge's first inception to mea culpa roles (and more) glowed laughs, cries, and sheer jaw-breaking moments. It all started with the very first award: the supporting Best Actress overachiever for Mo'nique's mortifying role as the gritty yet innocent Mary Jones. Weeping in perspired tears as what Barrymore had said, "set the bars for speeches..." It seemed melodramtic at times, but for Barrymore it wasn't scripted. She also cried and struggled enunciating vowles and words to describe her Globe's presncence since she was 7 and now finally winning Best Actress for Grey Gardens, she's actually surprised. After a couple of weepish, sweepish moments, there came luaughs, gags, and RDJ's shocking win. Cloh´ won for her role in Big Love, and almost tripped and slammed down her face when her escorter almost ensnared (and ripped) her flappy dress; RDJ's selfish speech also depicted some award-winning laughs for his witty comeback, "Susan Downey said that Matt Damon was gonna win, so I'm not prepare." We weren't either. Then came Bridge and Bullock's worthy performances --- another shocker. This year, Golden Globes really did give audiences a towering Jack-in-the-Box.
[FONT=Tahoma]The loses were even a hocus-pocus effect. Sigourney’s lose for Priase for Bobby, Clooney’s dissapoitning aftermath for Up in the Air, and Inglorious Basterd’s no win for anything except Best Supporting Actor was a ho-hum equation for everyone. Especially Taraninto. He almost came in boastful, came out rather furious at the supposduly ‘frivilous’ game cards. He knows Avatar deserves the gold ---- and that Inglorious really wasn’t meant for any ‘Pulp Fiction’ silhouettes. Gabby Sidibe’s presentation of the fat, big-hearted Precious was also snubbed --- this time, a undeserving ‘quid pro quo’. Mo’nique garnered pizes, it would only make common sence if Sidibe gnarled some awe faces too. She was brilliant as a not-so-much Einstein obese teen, enjoying hell with a poor environment. Reitman’s lost to Cameron mentioned earlier, was also mediocre for him, a shake and nod from viewers around looking much too beefy while clapping for Cameron’s memorable speech. It’s golden for loses (and hating looks) for the ceremony.
Last year, we all knew that Slumdog Millionaire was going to roadkill every other flick (indie or not) even at the Oscars -- this year, after the abberant (yet worthy) wins for Avatar, RDJ, and Cameron we're not quite sure if they'll also dominate the prestigious Academys.
Maybe they will, bounding that similar curve 'from Globes to Oscar' win in 2008. Pandora beat the slums? You bet.[/FONT]
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