In a Previously Recorded Ceremony …
Now that the big stars have walked away with their awards, let’s take a look at some awards that might not easily come to mind, but are just as important.
Worst Theater Decision: Because so many people wanted to see the 3D verson of the Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus concert, theaters had to add showings at some pretty unusual times of day. The only tickets we could get were early on a Sunday morning. I had no problem with that, but their decision to not have any coffee for parents who dragged themselves out of bed to see the movie was unconscionable. I may never stop complaining about this one.
Most Creative Geography: Even though I had only been to Vegas two times when Maria and I went to see “21,” I was pretty excited to see some of my favorite sites from that awesome city in the movie. That definitely happened, but I saw them in a pretty interesting way since the shots outside windows and such really didn’t match what was happening in the movie. I don’t expect things to be perfect, but when you say they are staying at the Hard Rock, which is a few blocks from the Strip, don’t have the view outside the window show the Strip.
Most Painful Moment: I wrote a column about this, but I have to vent again. High School Musical 3 may have won the top award, but it was not nearly as enjoyable as it could have been since I didn’t sit next to my wife, thereby preventing me from making snide commentary from beginning to end. We might have to get the DVD just so I can do this.
Best Song: “Anyone Else But You” by Ellen Page and Michael Cera in “Juno.” This cute little ditty can easily get stuck in your head. It isn’t just the song that resonates, but the shot of the two characters playing the song together in the final shot that makes it so memorable.
Hot Movie Job: I had no idea peple who wrote music for television/advertising had such interesting lives, but the characters played by Jason Segal in “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” and Jason Bateman in “Juno” fit that bill. I wonder why that trend started. Maybe the writers hate the music making guys because they only have to write a few things, then they can go on and lead their interesting lives of visiting Hawaii and collecting old punk rock records.