Showing posts with label The Lists. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Lists. Show all posts

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Birthday gifts of a bygone era





I miss when a birthday meant someone gave you.....  


  Giant Money:  In anybody's hand, this is some serious coin.  In a child's hand, it's a Frisbee.













Shaped Cake:  The people at Baker's believed all frosting should be coconut frosting.  Earlier today, Dodie said, "You like coconut?   Why have I never known that?"  I said, "Because yoooo don't like coconut.  So we never ate it."













Dangerous toys!  (sorry we fell out of love with you, all-things-missile.)
Anything that cooked, soldered, stabbed, glowed, or swallowed easily (subcategory: Lite-Brite peg, marble, Barbie shoe, Monopoly house, Sea Monkey)



Qiana:  more fashion through chemistry




SKATES!












Hard-cover books.  soooo fancy.  Special occasion.










Electronica.

who-o-o-aa-a.














Fast food coupons.
50 cent coupon guzenta giant money.... 2 Saturdays.  Free toy inside will be mini jarts.  Don't swallow them. Or these cookies.






Bike accessories: Because, man, they wore out.  Get the streamer ones, hide stuff inside your handlebars and cover with metallic streamer grips.










 Weird clothes you were supposed to "grow into" (and might return to in 60 years...)












I stop at 10.  The rest is up to you.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Occupy Gymnasium: "The Explosive Generation"

(click images to enlarge)


Whatever the opposite of "Spoilers" are, these are the top 10 of them for streaming The Explosive Generation right now.

1. SHATNER

2. In blue jeans.  (sadly, the cuffs are much too deep) 








3. Teenaged Patty McCormack
(Nic-Nac Patty Mac, hit 'im with your shoe....)

4. Beau Bridges.  outstanding.

5.  My boyfriend Billy Gray, 23 playing 17, looking 38

6. The Hygiene Film Method is swell, all right.

7.  Absentee parents
"Why did this have to happen when your father was out of town!?"

8.  50's Flash Mob!

9.  With Bongos!

10.  Big Important Speeches


The Boomers clash with Squares and Pigs to get their first taste of Be-Ins.  It's a solid gas.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Double bubble

A loyal reader asks:

So what am I supposed to call the stuff, anyway? Seltzer? Soda Water? Sparkling Water? Club Soda? Tonic? Our favorite: "Fizzy Water." And is there actually a difference, or are these just different words (regionalisms?) for exactly the same thing?

I am pleased to oblige.  

First, there was Water.  And it was Good.
Because I stopped listening to science around 6th grade, I believe that you should theoretically be able to make water out of air.  I realize that's not true -- it requires some curly-que'd flasks and a thing that goes buzz -- but water you know.


Now gas it up: your water needs more elements in it.  It's name is Legion, but I believe there are connotative differences in the term you choose.  The origins of the terms themselves are covered in delightful detail on Wikipedia.  Pay them or don't pay them; that's their business.  We were talking about me.


Seltzer  conjures up the art deco spray bottle on the bar that Nick Charles handled so well.  Because of that, to me, seltzer is the hard bubbles, the dangerous bottle that has to be opened like cracking a safe.  We say it so it rhymes with salsa, and as I have mentioned, Polah makes the craziest Seltzah flavahs evah.  It is in fact the same thing as sparkling water. but sparkling water is softer:  Pelligrino, for example.  Seltzer in the Social Register.
Perrier is too oily, far too soft, and is mineral water anyway. Why accept nature's bubbles when you can trick them out?

"Fizzy Water" is accurate (and charming).  It will get you through a language barrier.  It could get you served a bromide.

Bromo Seltzer - is your remedy for not having drunk seltzer.  It is Tylenol + bicarb + citric acid.  And you deserve it.  Alka-Seltzer is bicarb + potassium bicarbonate + citric acid, and indistinguishable from Efferdent.   


Barley water is what Mary Poppins never smells of.   The more you learn about British foods, the more you understand the Revolution.

Club Soda contains added salt.  Why?  I have no idea.  Club Soda is what you say on the airplane, or in any establishment where you know they will not know what seltzer is.  It comes out of the gun at the bar.  They have it.


Tonic is not club soda.  Tonic is the vile mosquito repellent so undrinkable that is requires gin to make it go down.  (And they do play nicely together once you introduce them.)  Tonic is carbonated water + qunine, and according to Wikipedia, it glows in UV light.  You try it; I'm not gonna.







Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Mother's little helper

"Oh," said a friend, spotting 2 wine glasses in the sink, "What's happening here?" 
I said, "I drank alone.  Twice."

I spend a lot of time with the parents of pre-schoolers and I testify that Mommy's post-bedtime glass of wine is sacred.  And don't play holier than thou with me -- I've seen your Facebook statuses.  I'm having bookends made for you, in the shape of a Starbucks mug and a goblet.

I will smugly say that it takes me no more energy to get through 8 hours with a 3 year-old than 8 hours with anyone else.  But with anyone else it takes a lot of energy.  There is a reason your Auntie Mame lives alone.  But several times a year she can show up with her carpet bag full of hatracks and crayons in her purse and show your pack of li'l no-neck monsters one heck of a good time.  (that was a trifecta of mixed metaphors.  show respect)


I am not as delicious as a 9 o'clock chardonnay, but I can be as intoxicating.

Little kids dig me for the same reasons married men dig me, I think:  I give the impression I have never heard their stories before, I don't care where they leave their shoes, and I let them win.  If you think I just compared your husband to a child...it's nothing you've never done.

Before a certain age, your child will ask in advance of my arrival a) if I have any children, b) if I am staying "over the night," and sometimes c) if I am a boy or a girl.  I have no longitudinal study to explain this, except that before that certgain age, childen are not likely to know grown women without children and therefore think of motherhood as a secondary sex characteristic.  Or I am flat-chested with a deep voice...

When you are on the phone with me, they will climb on you and beg for the phone, then once they have control of it nod in response to everything I say.  I will lie to you about what I said, and it will surface later in their early adult therapy.  And oh..how I will laugh. 

Next they will show me every toy in the house, in a mad rush to do everything in their plan before Mommy and Daddy completely dominate the guest and everyone goes back to talking about painfully dull adult things only now there are more of them doing it. 

These are the magic fire-from-the-sky-make-the-moon-go-black tricks I have for kids under 6:

Spelling - it's witchery!  Write my name!  Now DOG.  Now LEAF.  Now NOODLES!

Sorting - Legos, dolls, Matchbox cars, cookies, book sizes.  Bring it on.  I got this.

Story telling - I stumbled into the discovery  that my goddaughter did not know The Wizard of Oz.  I have shown an adult their first snow -- that used to be my biggest  vicarious thrill until I impressed Cowardly Lion on a fresh brain.
(I left some things out, like what's in Judy's cup.)


Singing - I know the words to everything: Wheels on the Bus, Mom Threw the TV Out the Window, Go Down Moses.. I'm hanging onto Greasy Grimy Gopher Guts for you.  They'll shoot milk through their noses.  I stunned my niece into silence once by jumping in on cue and without fanfare to a Green Day song (you know, the one with only 2 verses, and you can understand them.  But it was cooler than turning vampire.)

Sitting on the floor - at least until recently.  I may need something trussed.

Now booking, 2-3 weeks in advance.  I have references.




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Friday, November 18, 2011

Wrath of the Titans

They say Clash of the Titans 2 will be called Wrath of the Titans.  The young people will not know of a life before video shelving and online searches, when sequels had different titles, and Rambo was actually First Blood Part II.

Remember when it was called Revenge of the Jedi, for about 5 minutes?    

Anyway... Wrath of the Titans.  So lazy.  Here comes the rest of that franchise, fresh from the Title Generator:

Sash of the Titans
Bath of the Titans
Raft of the Titans
Carafe of the Titans
Morass of the Titans
Mash-Up of Titans
Mo' Betta Titans
Twilight: Titans 



Incidentally, this is not the post I started to write.  But, wouldn't you know it, I got to reading the Internet, and now it is Midnight.  Sorry.  maybe later.


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Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Un-Bucket

Alyssa throws out a meme:  

How To Create An Un-Bucket List
1. Create a list of things you vow never to do.
2. Die
3. Congratulations! You have accomplished an enormous amount!

You've heard me say, "I hope to/could go my entire life without..."  You know that I am fond of absolutes like these, finger pointed in the air Cathy Guisewite style.

1.  Play Putt-Putt.  This is the first thing I recall saying Never about, and it was mostly as a joke, the way we in my home-circle say, "I don't believe in scars."  For a short period, we tried to outdo each other with outrageous moral platforms.  So I said I intended to go my entire life without playing Putt-Putt.  I have played plenty of rounds of miniature golf since then, but never the official PP.  

2.  Read Twilight.  Just to tweak the zeitgeist.

3.  Shoot drugs.  You have to have one on the list you can be sure of.  Especially if you have already blown # 1

4.  Know where I lost my glasses in 1982.  But I think it through all the time.

5.  Leave Netflix.   They will have to leave me first.

6.  Believe that I need undercoating.

7. Get back to my fighting weight.

8.  Stay in West Dorm at another reunion.  

9.  Fix ______________.   I had something there, but it turned into a list.

10.  Finish this list.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Go write this

I can't remember if I made this up, or if Nicholas Sparks already did.   I am pretty sure I stole the idea from The Notebook, so I would have to change the Alzheimer's angle to something else, like a stroke or Parkinson's.  I also think I stole this idea from Nora Ephron's weirdly popular Heartburn,  into which she wove recipes, long before that became a "thing."  Or anyone had the money to travel around the world eating and praying and Tuscany-ing.

If you want to turn me off of a movie, put "bride" or "wedding" in the title.  Turn me off of a book by putting anything foodie in the title.

But I remember being at a reading.... somewhere... I can picture the room, but I don't know where it was who who I am with.  If you were there, don't be hurt.  Maybe it is my memory that is going.  But the idea I had, listening to this reading of foodie books by foodie people (starting to narrow down how I might have happened to be there) was of a character who has Alzheimer's (or some other reason for not being able to communicate) and what opens her "window" is looking at her old recipe pages.  Her daughters (or granddaughters or whatever) realize that the ones with the most food stains are the ones she used the most, so they will have the most memories.  Then it turns into 1001 Nights.  Or The English Patient.  Or How to Make an American Quilt.  I am starting to also remember why I didn't write  it.


When I was in grad school, I spent some time trying to figure out what "sold."  It seemed like there was plenty of money to be made --  if one could figure out the formula.  I went to a lot of readings (a. they are free, and b. I lived in Boston, so c. they were everywhere) I read a lot of first novels, and I actually tried to pay attention to the Lists and the Revenues.

This memory drove me just now to pull an NYT list from 1989, just to see what it was.   I chose April 16, and am fascinated to see it is a true microcosm of what sells, none of it I have ever been able to figure out how to write, and general can't stand to read.
1 controversial global must-read book club contender
1 same, but less risky
2 pot-boiler franchises
1 hot new sensation - in this case, it was Amy Tan
1 old-school literary mainstay
1 edgy alt-lit of limited, but devoted followers
2 mystery/murder/mayhem
2 grand dames of modern womyn's perspective
1 short story collection from a guy on the radio
2 ill-fated  romances
1 espionage

May I also point out that The Non-Fiction #1 that week was Everything I Needed to Know....  When you start romanticizing American culture as one that used to be well-read, you can prove yourself wrong pretty quickly.

List of people who might be syndicates.  Add Jodi Picoult.

The perfectly engineered best-seller today might involve an autistic pathologist/medical examiner, who solves horrific sexual murders by day and belongs to a secret religious society/vampire coven by night.  And he has an adorable golden retriever puppy he brought back with him from his tour in Khandahar.

This is today's hardcover fiction list.  The NYT has so many lists now, you can hardly trust the numbers.  They've turned into the Grammys.
1 controversial global must-read book club contender
1 for mainstream ladies bookclubs
4  mystery/murder/mayhem
2 espionage
1 grand dame of modern women's perspective, who also has the fortune of being the Picoult factory
1 wartime operations
1 pot-boiler franchise which is also known for its murder and mayhem
1 ill-fated romance, against a backdrop of murder and mayhem
1 fictionalized account of a literary mainstay
1 fantasy/lost manuscript DaVinci type affair
1 fan-lit of limited, but devoted followers

Its plot is, true story, and emphasis mine...
The second novel set in the Old Republic era and based on the “Star Wars” videogame from BioWare and LucasArts.

David Foster Wallace (which at least 1 website thinks I write like) is about to have a posthumous novel.
Which just proves the first theorem in the formula for success at writing.  You have to actually do it.  And probably read more fiction.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Ars longa.... ipsum iteratque

I had a recent conversation with a Reader who was lamenting (sight unseen, mind you) the remake of True Grit -- based on his assertion that he "liked the real True Grit."  We have addressed this topic before.  There is very little wrong with the 1969 version.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with Hamlet (that a good stadium cushion can't resolve). And you can not count the number of times it is performed annually  (at least, Google can't) and that's not counting how many high schoolers are still mumbling through the Soliloquy.  We used to call it the Silly-old-query.  We were hilarious.

I am reminded of Joni Mitchell's plea to the audience when they cried out for "Both Sides Now," that when a painter makes a painting, he makes a painting.  And no one ever says, "Hey, paint a Starry Night again, man."


Painters repeat themes all the time, of course, and if stories were to be told only once, we would just have the one Madonna and Child, one Pieta.  It may interest you to know that the Cohen Brothers purposely did not view the Henry Hathaway (who's that, now?) film.  It was their intention to adapt the Charles Portis novel, not the John Wayne film.

We who love films have our beloved treasures.  I myself will not see the 2004 Manchurian Candidate, or Vince Vaughn's Psycho, though I completely understand his interest in taking it on.  I have never seen Steel Magnolias, though it is exactly the kind of movie I would see because I saw it performed off-Broadway and want nothing to taint that experience, especially not someone force-feeding Julia Roberts a hard candy.

I have no need for a new Parent Trap, but I understand why a kid would.  Why else do we keep making Sara Crewe?

On the other hand, I would line up for a remake of A Few Good Men, with some less movie-star actors.  The Human Stain was bizarrely miscast and should be re-made immediately. I am still waiting for an apology for Harriet the Spy.   But I do not wonder why they (they) have to remake everything, anymore than I wonder why we keep recording The Christmas Song.  (I wonder it far less, to tell you the truth).  In this very space, we compared Ten Commandments versions, without even tackling TWO musical versions featuring Val Kilmer.  Talk about your remakes.

Some remakes fail in the attempt (The Women); some knock it out of the park (Ocean's Eleven).  The Cohen brother's True Grit is better filmmaking, without making the original look dated or amateurish (sorry, Annie, I might mean you). 

Up Originality, I say!  All the way.  But there are only so many storylines in the human experience, after all, and don't you wish you had written Of Mice and Men?  Gregory Maguire is making a living out of re-imagining stories we know by heart (and we get it, Greg.  enough already).

This seems like a good place for some lists.

Remakes that work
Member of the Wedding (1982)
The Birdcage
The Champ
Freaky Friday
A Star is Born (1954)

Remakes that don't
Member of the Wedding (1997)
Billy Jack Goes to Washington (shed a tear, Running Deer)
Hairspray
A Star is Born (1975)








Sequels that are better than originals
The Empire Strikes Back
The Wrath of Khan (a sequel AND a remake)
Toy Story III
Silence of the Lambs (Manhunter... unwatchable)



Sequels no one needed
The Two Jakes
Texasville
The Evening Star
Anything Else American Pie
Scarlett

Please just stop making
Robin Hood
King and I
Sara Crewe/Little Princess

I give up fighting
Cinderellas

Sunday, February 13, 2011

My awards show has a first name...

I am pleased to report that I had better advance planning this season than last, so I only needed to fit in 2 films before the big night, and they are both still in theatres.

It's time once again for the Drawing In Room's favorite list...

Bender's Oscar Pix
In this 2nd year of the Field of 10, we are learning to expect a big popcorn fan-pleaser, at least one mainstream TV movie that your Aunt Linda can talk about comfortably, the "hard" actors' movies, the technical envelope pusher, the Ripped from the Headlines era definer.... we'll see over time if this slotting continues.  Or if the Academy will come to their senses and dial this back to 5.

In the meantime, learning to anticipate the contenders well in advance has become a new twist on handicapping the Oscars.  Do not be confused by my rankings or my commentary.  I did like all of these films.   But only one goes home with gold.  Time to sort.

10:  The Kids are All Right - this year's Blind Side space-holder. (King's Speech, of course, is in the period English slot founded by An Education.  More on that in a minute)  Have I lived in Massachusetts so long that I forget there are people left who don't know gay couples?

Let me clarify that this story is not about homosexuality.  It is, in fact, about adultery.  There.  spoiler.  And despite whatever happened at the Hollywood Foreign Press screening to make them think it was a comedy, it is not. ("well, the sun was shining all the time, and there were flowers."  Or maybe the thought of how seriously ruined American marriages are by affairs is just hilarious .)

Some mesmerizing acting by two leading ladies, though Julianne Moore skirts the edge of her 30 Rock character and Annette Bening borrows heavily from her American Beauty turn as a different ambitious put-upon wife of a lackadaisical spouse who suddenly finds extracurricular focus.


There is a lot to like in this film, but mostly I did not like this film.  It holds #10 on my list, under films I liked even less, but will explain in time.

9:  The King's Speech -  Many people can not abide Helena Bonham-Carter.  I can, on contrary, abide within Helena Bonham-Carter.  Who I can not abide is Geoffrey Rush, so that is a shame, isn't it?  At any rate, I found her believable as the young Duchess turned Queen, and could see her aging into the Queen Mum of my own lifetime, who Her Majesty called "Mummy," right to the very end.  Good story, interesting history, a family film (which can be hard to come by), charmingly acted and beautifully dressed.  So... #9?  These bottom 5 are films I do not believe would have been nominated in the traditional field, and King's Speech is not terribly cinematic or transporting.  Then again, seen Chariots of Fire lately...? zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

8:  Inception - 1 of very few original screenplays written this year, and as written by its director, gets the "auteur" nod.  I can recognize when films of this kind are well-made, even when I find them a crashing bore.  The concept itself is interesting, but required too many repeated explainings and still didn't stick.  The thing we are risking our lives and sanity to chase is dumber than The Ring of Perspicacity, or whatever it was those hobbits were after.  And can we all admit that if you are going to have a character's murderous dead wife haunt him -- twice in 2 years -- he shouldn't be played by Leonardo DiCaprio in both films?


7: The Social Network - I don't believe for a minute that Mark Zuckerburg didn't on some level endorse a film that would re-energize interest in the Facebook just when it looked like every American who was going to get a profile did.  It may paint him in a bad light, but I don't know that anyone in there comes out a winner.  I found the story fascinating.  I really didn't know what was going to happen, or how it all was born.  Funny thing is, I was embroiled in the decline of Monster.com when Facebook was born.  I had sort of missed it.

I am kind of a cheap fall for Aaron Sorkin, too.  And sue me for following J.T. wherever he goes.  The Social Network may have been nominated in a smaller pool, but not this year.  It is up against too many other films that just have it going in all directions.  It will have to go in the back of my pack.

6: The Fighter - Oh, we love our Down-and-Dirty in Massachusetts movies, don't we?  OOoo....haaah..?
It is hard to make an original boxing movie.  Man is born hard, man finds gym, man wears scary shorts, "cut me Mick," man triumphs against the odds.

Here's the full disclosure of what I personally brought to this viewing:  I saw Rocky 6 times in the summer of 1976.  I respect that Raging Bull is one of the great films of the past 50 years, but I find it unwatchable.  The Lowell dear to me has nothing to do with boxing or crack.  You never, nev-ah, think you're better than anyone else in Massachusetts, you nev-ah go outside the family, and the madder you get, the more you f**kin say f**kin in every f**kin sentence.  One interviewer described the characters as "realer than real," and film maker David O Russell replied that they actually dialed them down for the film.  I believe that.

Among the gritty true grit movies this season, The Fighter had some stiff competition, and I am going to favor the others over this one.

5: Winter's Bone - to wit.
In fact, this would be a fine double feature.  Put this in your "Setting as Character in America Cinema" film survey class.  Where The Fighter's family is loud, bold, chest-thumpingly aggressive, the Dollys are soft-spoken, quietly edgy, with long silence spaces waiting for someone to take a swing.  In fact, there is more bare-knuckle fighting in Winter's Bone than in The Fighter.  You say crack; I say meth.  Both show what the womenfolk will do just to keep the family from disintegrating.


What I appreciated more in Winter's Bone was the way nothing was explained to me, the outsider.  No one had to stand in for my character.  I just had to read the story.  When a filmmaker is brave enough to trust me to work along with her, and is skilled enough to bring me into her world, that feels like a better movie to me.  And I say she because Debra Granik of Winter's Bone does, and David O. Russell of The Fighter does less so.  But he is nominated.


4:  Toy Story 3 - Because an animated film needs a spot.  I don't suffer sequels easily.  I don't just go in for Pixar for Pixar's sake.  Toy Story 3 is different because Toy Story 3 is brilliant.

The story expands on the universe we know both more deeply and more widely, by taking Woody and Buzz to the literal brink of real danger against a truly sinister villain.  The laughs are big too -- Spanish Woody is just absurd -- and balance the tension at the right moments and in the right amounts. Lasseter and team mine new material out of the chorus of toys we thought had done all they were going to do.  And if you didn't choke up at the end of that giant "cartoon," well, there might be something wrong with you.


3:  True Grit - When I started this pick list a few hours ago, I would not have expected True Grit would appear this high on the list.  There is really nothing wrong with the original film that won John Wayne his Oscar (that is not improved upon by casting).  But set it aside from its predecessor, and it is a fine film on its own.  And simply speaking like Mattie Ross can be an enjoyable pastime all on its own.

But here are the facts: Westerns are rarely nominated in this category, and they even more rarely win.  On the other hand, the last 2 times they were, they did (Dances With Wolves and Unforgiven).  On the other hand, the last nomiee before that was in the 60's, and the last winner before that was in 1930.  So bet carefully.  I would be happy enough with a Hailee Steinfeld/Kim Darby joint podium, presenting Best Costume.


2: Black Swan -  I have seen it twice this season, which was one time more enough to spot some questionable moments in the a narrative, but maybe one too few to resolve them.  I will save that study for the DVD, and in the meantime, just respond to the fact that I didn't move in my seat through the entire film.  And I hate a theater seat.

Now this is a tough pick, because I think category-for-category, True Grit is the better all-around film.  And it is not True Grit's fault that I had seen it before.  (well, it sort of is, but you know what I mean).  So I bump Black Swan up a slot for pulling me in, even though this is in most ways the Prima Ballerina story we have seen a million times.  All I can tell you is that once a film has made a physical impression, it is a lasting one, and I can predict coming back to it many times.  And we finally got Natalie and Winona in a film  together, which has long been one of my goals.

This could be Aronofsky's year in the Director's category, though, on what was a technically difficult film to shoot.  Not as obvious as Inception, but you try laying dolly track around that many mirrors.  There's more to it than just making beautiful women look heinous, though he is good at that too.


1: 127 Hours - Surprised?  So was I.
I thought for a while, as I kept pushing it up the list, that it had the advantage of being the last of the group I saw, and I saw it only yesterday.  And there may be something to that.

If you can't stand these kind of claustrophobic Castaway locked-cave movies, I won't try to tell you it is not like that.  It is very much like that, and "we" are Wilson, witness to deathbed conversions through the digital video lens.  It is only a little less corny in its ending and a little less Hollywood in its structure. The "where the heck is the camera" tricks are just as mesmerizing.  The amputation is as bloody as you have heard -- 1000 times more squirm-inducing than Tom Hanks performing dentistry with an ice skate.


What makes 127 Hours the superior film is that it tells its story in 93 minutes.  That is some tight story-telling, controlled beats, great acting.  Castaway: 143 minutes, a lot of hair and sinew.  And much too long a denouement.  As a result, no story-telling Oscar nominations.  127 Hours: screenplay, editing, both music categories.  Not Direction, more's the pity.  This might be the first Danny Bole film I actually liked.  Someday we'll understand his fascination with human waste.


So -- my prediction?
After all this lar-di-da, my prediction is actually The Social Network.  Because the field is too large, and the votes will be split.  Because Jeff Bridges already had his party last year.  Toy Story will take the Animated Film category.  King's Speech will take a stand, but Tom Hopper is at his heart a TV director and it shows.  The Fighter and Winter's Bone will compete for the same votes.   After that, everyone goes for their personal favorites, and I think that puts The Social Network on the heavy end of the scale.

If you follow this blog, you know I am nearly always wrong.

As a special treat, the lifetime achievement award goes to Christian Bale's pecs.