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I haven't seen Brokeback Mountain. I have no desire to see it. I've seen Brokeback Mountain done in 30 seconds (and starring bunnies) and that's really as close to it as I'm compelled to get.
However, I do find Annie Proulx swipe at the Academy delightfully bitchy and the quintessential definition of "bad loser".
I've seen Crash. It's crap. Really, astoundingly self-important, Hollywood trite crap. Still, having to complain about it winning over a movie about gay cowboys strikes me as unnessecary as taking out a full page ad in the New York Times proclaiming your heterosexuality.
Annie "Get Your Poison Pen" Proulx's Guardian column.
Okay, I understand you're upset, but let's be honest here. It's not like this movie cured cancer. It's not like it made peace in the Middle East. Hell, it's not like it even advanced equal rights for homosexuals in the United States. It's a movie. It's apparently good, but it lost. Get over it.
It strikes me as funny that someone who can use the descriptive passage, "out of touch not only with the shifting larger culture and the yeasty ferment that is America these days," in a piece complaining because someone didn't reward her writing. Come one, Annie. Did you just call America beer? Or maybe bread?
It takes a certain kind of chuztpah to be a vocally sore loser. A part of me salutes that vigor. However, the rest of me just laughs and laughs, saying, "Bitch, you didn't win, get over it."
However, I do find Annie Proulx swipe at the Academy delightfully bitchy and the quintessential definition of "bad loser".
I've seen Crash. It's crap. Really, astoundingly self-important, Hollywood trite crap. Still, having to complain about it winning over a movie about gay cowboys strikes me as unnessecary as taking out a full page ad in the New York Times proclaiming your heterosexuality.
Annie "Get Your Poison Pen" Proulx's Guardian column.
Okay, I understand you're upset, but let's be honest here. It's not like this movie cured cancer. It's not like it made peace in the Middle East. Hell, it's not like it even advanced equal rights for homosexuals in the United States. It's a movie. It's apparently good, but it lost. Get over it.
It strikes me as funny that someone who can use the descriptive passage, "out of touch not only with the shifting larger culture and the yeasty ferment that is America these days," in a piece complaining because someone didn't reward her writing. Come one, Annie. Did you just call America beer? Or maybe bread?
It takes a certain kind of chuztpah to be a vocally sore loser. A part of me salutes that vigor. However, the rest of me just laughs and laughs, saying, "Bitch, you didn't win, get over it."
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