Take a moment, please, to pity those of us living here in Greenwich Mean Time, where the excitement and glamour of the Oscars will be overshadowed by the lure of our sveltely-dressed beds. Not only are we treated as second class citizens by movie studios ("Oh, say, shouldn't we get around to releasing our Oscar-nominated, bazillion dollar boffo flick over in the UK? They've been queuing for six months.") but now I discover that damn Academy is in on the conspiracy to deprive us of appropriately timed Hollywood spectacle. If I want to stay up till one a.m., I can see Chris Rock open the show, and if I effectively lose a night's sleep, I can see which of the films I haven't seen is the Best Picture. The last time I sacrificed a night's sleep for a similar event--the November election--it didn't turn out very well. (Basically, "A Series of Unfortunate Events" led to "A Very Long Engagement," and now some people in blue states are all for "Finding Neverland.")
In my sleep, I'll be rooting for "Hotel Rwanda", in whatever category it's nominated in. I saw a snippet of it today, and if Don Cheadle doesn't win for Best Actor, I demand to see the paper trail.
I'll congratulate the winners tomorrow, and see their films some time in the next administration.
