…because that was a clean sweep, baby.
Moe
PS: No tuxedo: bad suit. No haircut; wild mane of hair. No bow tie; carelessly tied real tie. Top shirt button unbuttoned. Something that looked suspiciously like a Trek insignia on one lapel. Thanked everybody from New Zealand to JRR Tolkien in the speeches. Best of all, big shoutout to Bad Taste and Meet the Feebles (‘wisely overlooked by the Academy’, he said) during his acceptance of the Best Picture Oscar.
Peter Jackson, thou art a GOD.
heh heh. Why did I think of Moe Lane when Mr. Jackson was up there on the stage?
I tuned in just to see who won Best Picture and I was delighted it went to LoTR – largely because it was a terrific movie, based on a wonderful series of novels that I enjoyed thoroughly during a nine-day canoe trip in the BWCA, and it was also about the only new release I saw in 2003 (1).
The only thing which could have made it better is if they had been nominated and received one more award to beat the dreadful “Titanic” instead of tying it for first. Billy Crystal’s reaction to the joke about the guy who dated his cousin was priceless.
TW
(1) The others being “The Recruit” and “Matrix Reloaded” but only because the ex-GF made me go see them, although in her defense she didn’t have to twist my arm (much).
I have to thank Peter Jackson for a very special personal experience. I had never read Tolkien as a kid, despite all my friends doing so. I was reading Wodehouse and Thackery, which, I know, explains a lot…moving on…but because I enjoyed the first two LoTR films so much, I picked up the trilogy and read it cover to cover recently…literally had to be forced to put it down…flipping back to the maps religiously, the whole obsessive experience…it was a bit embarrassing to admit what I was reading to friends who asked, but I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything…what an absolute wonder his mind was….
This man rules hollywood, at least for the moment. And god bless, says I. Enough with sanctimony and weepy paens to all the “great art” by these overpaid mannequins. Cold Mountain? Master and Commander? Both were absolute corruptions of their source material, detail and context whittled away to the simplest throughstory that could be scribbled on a cocktail napkin at The Polo Lounge: “A ship chases another ship.” “A soldier walks home.”
Let’s hand control of all blockbuster, 100-million-plus moviemaking to people like Jackson, I say. I mean seriously! Enough with the sacred-creative-mission crap! The indies will be fine; great movies will continue to be made for 1 or 2 million bucks. I swear, a director with twice the talent and half the money could have made a far better movie than the leaden, plotless Lost in Translation.
Look at him, for god’s sake! He’s a loon! Put him in charge!
Bah! How can you take it seriously when they give the best actor award to Jeff Spicoli?
heh heh. Why did I think of Moe Lane when Mr. Jackson was up there on the stage?
Macallan is right, Moe – it’s Mr. Jackson to you. None of this ‘Peter’ malarkey; you don’t get to be on first name terms just because you’ve extensive RPG experience and he made three fantasy films.
Speaking of epics….
I wonder why he didn’t mention “Dead Alive” during the speech?
The Peter Jackson “restrospective” in a couple of decades will be quite a show with scenes from that little masterpiece in the montage!
“None of this ‘Peter’ malarkey; you don’t get to be on first name terms just because you’ve extensive RPG experience and he made three fantasy films.”
I don’t know, man: we’ve got, like, this entire shared geekboy life experience thing going, you know? We’re, like, all family in fandom and everything. Yeah, Pete can come on by anytime and hang out…
…OK, OK, if I ever met him it’d be like “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jackson, and I’m going to not tell you my idea for your next movie. In fact, I’m going to just smile, shake your hand – carefully; it’s probably half sprained already – and leave you the Hell alone.”
…OK, OK, if I ever met him it’d be like “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Jackson, and I’m going to not tell you my idea for your next movie. In fact, I’m going to just smile, shake your hand – carefully; it’s probably half sprained already – and leave you the Hell alone.”
Which would put you in about 1% of people on the planet – to whit, the 1% he’d be most likely to want to hang around. Good strategy!