[Image: The least I can grant him is some image space. Truly. Here's Johnny Depp and wife, Vanessa Paradis, on the red carpet last night looking gorgeous as ever. And yes, he should have won. I pledge allegiance to the Burton/Depp collaborations and will never cease to hope for some Academy Award agreement!]
It was with great disappointment I must wake up to the news of Johnny Depp's eventually losing out, at the Oscar's last night - somewhat with dignity, however, as he was beaten to the prize by no other than Daniel Day-Lewis; whose performance in "There will be Blood" was perhaps the only one that could possibly match up to Depp's "Sweeney Todd" in terms of quality, and passion, if not exceed it in any way. Going down with style, then, but the situastion remains terribly unfair. Third time unlucky; and when will it ever be Johnny Depp's chance to win this most prestiguous award that he so completely deserves? Daniel and Jonny are equals, in many respects; as brilliant actors of the most classic, golden age fashion; and they ought to have received equal recognition for their work. Consequently, I wish there had been one little statue for each of them, but such will of course never be the case. The competetors are rejected, one by one, due to subjective taste and desire - apparently - and the jury never manages to please all of the public opinions. The question is if they even give it a try. Yesterday evening, us Depp-fans once more had to witness another actor stealing his righteous glory, but by no means any of his popularity. Day-Lewis is a terrific persona, with an enormous talent and vigour, but there is no doubt as to who was the more deserving of this win. For his persona, talent and vigour - the immensity of his presence and charisma -outdoes anyone else's, any time - and in the long run, even someone like Day-Lewis grows pale next to him. So: next time, perhaps, may the people in charge come to their senses and understand how they have wronged us thrice. And may Johnny Depp himself deliver yet another performance as fine as this year's Sweeney; making the choice impossibly easy, and ruling out the alternative solutions. I want to see him on that stage, accepting the award, giving the obligatory speech to express his gratitude and pleasing us all with a slight smile. That would so make my day, my week, my month and I still maintain some hope it may not be so long until this wishful vision comes true. This gorgeous favourite of mine did make a wonderous appearance at the show, after all, impeccably clad in a dashing tuxedo, and with beautiful wife Vanessa at his side - the par holding hands, as is their custom, whilst looking incredibly sweet together. Probably the most appealing Hollywood coupling that ever was and a very happy sight indeed. Charmingly in attendance were also James McAvoy, Patrick Dempsey, Harrison Ford, George Clooney, Seal and all their beautiful companions - did I mention I dispairingly envy these horrible, horrible ladies and their unimaginable luck?! Even Daniel Day-Lewis is happily married and has numerous children with some woman in an ugly dress. Admittedly, I'm not certain I would actually want to be in said ladies' shoes, for I know there are millions of women out there who share my jealous rage but who insist on displaying it in far more outward - and frightening! - ways. Hence, no, I would not want to constantly be in a fight over my beloved husband with loads of pretty, importunate girls whose only goal is to oust me as quickly as possible; despite the fact that the husbands are not remotely interested in a switch. Well, for their wives' sake I hope they're not. But I suppose we are all aware of the many scandals that do take place in this business; of the most private, depressing and hurting kind. Break-up's and make-up's, they go hand in hand. So, for me and my similarly disposed; there might just be another chance or two, cynically speaking. And for once, I'll allow my cynical side to come forth and be most evident. Settlement is never made that final in Hollywood, there's moving out and there's moving out and there's always some free space somewhere; so, I may dream. And, okay, this might provide strange and scary implications regarding my secret fancies and yearnings to permantently remove Hollywood spouses, but as mentioned above: I'm not that outrageously desperate. Not quite. Not in real life. I'd never dare! Also, to my great consolation, some of the hunks that I adore - but most of whom were absent from the 2008 Oscars, with the grand exception of Colin *drrrrool* Farrel - are continuously, notoriously single lads. Like Gerry. Gerry's still available. But Gerry, formally known as Gerard James Butler, doesn't remember to keep himself in the limelight - not long enough, that is - and he has yet to show up at a major, important event like the Oscars. Save from the Golden Globes some odd years ago, where he outshone just about anyone, but that was back when we still thought he could (SHOULD!) win Oscar for "Phantom". Of course, he didn't. Because the Oscar jury are, and will always be, subjective and subjective people can - as we all know - be pretty amazing idiots. They have neglected Johnny Depp, big time, but moreover they have acted just as cruelly toward Casey Affleck (who should have won for "Assassination of Jesse James"!), Ellen Page (WTF?!), the glorious "Atonement" and - most strikingly -"Enchanted"; which had three nominées in the best song category and still didn't win. I am officially ashamed. Which leads me back to the fact that true; these men and women of higher power cannot - and should not - intend to make peace and agreement with all us who opine; nor can they ever make choices that'll be overall accepted, but it is strange (and frustrating to me!) how they persist in making selections I cannot - and shall not - agree with or find very peace-making. Politically correct, yes. Traditional, in some sense, and often too predictable. It is difficult to bear their constant failures for someone who loves movies, with all her heart and sould, but too frequently has to see her favourite ones, and their stars, leave the galas emtpy handed, never properly gaining the success that they have earned. I would want some more acknowledgement for my personal darlings, yes I would.
But for the moment, let me round off with a number of congratulations to the actual winners who - naturally! - did deserve their honourings; especially Marion Cotillard for her role in "La Môme" ("La Vie en Rose"), this fantastic French actress whom I learnt to like years ago, who also managed to have the nicest dress of the evening - proper mermaid style with shells! - in addition to Heidi Klum's red dream of a designer creation and Renée Zellwegger's silver shine. The latter should gain some weight, though, seeing that she's shrunk to less than zero. Size zero minus doesn't suit you, Renée. Honourable mentionings, in the fashionista department, to Cameron Diaz, Anne Marie Duff (James McAvoy's bloody wife! Who is actually amazing!), the sparkling Helen Mirren (who knighted Daniel Day-Lewis! Baffled, there!), Penelope Cruz, Calista Flockhart, Faye Dunaway (love!) and a certain Adrienne Frantz - whoever she is - who will go down in history as the one who made the most out of the least fame; but I do ADORE the dress. Most of the others were pregnant and are thus excused for wearing shapeless carpets, unlike...some. Whom I have enough dignity to assault for stealing my dream men solely. (Save for Tilda Swinton. WHAT was she wearing? Was that for real?! And with no make-up?) Small question mark, though, as to why so many had to wear either black or red of all colours? Did no-one tell them that black can easily be über-boring and red flatters only the lucky few? Then again...as I've already stated, these are the luckiest amongst us. If nothing else, through marriage. Moreover, a sincere bow to the genius that is Diablo Cody, who got this year's finest for her "Juno" script - truly one in a million, and what a dress! can't really decide whether it was hallelujah or a horror frock - and to the more local Per Hallberg for his "Best achievement in sound editing" and for putting Norway back on the map, for the time being! Last but not least, a nod to Sweeney and "Atonement" for their two very minute winnings; for art direction and original music; quite insufficient and thus, quite the insult - to be honest - but still an "Oscar-winner!" to list on the DVD cover. Now, before I return to misery and delving into pits of frustration over harsh injustice; there's Gerry. No, he wasn't there, but he's always with me. Fortunately, and speaking of my consolation for the tragedies; minor, perhaps, but affecting nonetheless; to our common fangirl heart mending, the wonderful "P.S. I love you" will be out in cinemas soon, which is something I fervently anticipate. The book upon which the film is based has now been re-released for the glorious occasion, with a brand new cover consisting of a massive amount of Gerry pictures displayed over a nice take on the movie poster. Money well spent, everyone. Both the cinema ticket and the pocket book. I believe I'll need both after last night. Little drop of Gerry, always makes me merry. Once again. No use in occupying some other gal's man when I can have this one all to meself. Good things come with a Scottish twist! But where the Hell is he hiding?! In some attic, or what? (...too much inspiration there, obviously. Overly involved. And I'm in no way referring to The Butler.) Oh well; I'm already looking forward to next year's bash, and let's all cross our fingers intently that the world's greatest Scot - and Johnny! - will arrive to make a win.
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