After all my yapping about An Education, I will not, alas, make it to a theater. If I'm going to see anything nominated, I'll have to watch at home. We at the Not Brady household do not use Netflix. We still rent DVDs from a terrific, locally owned video store. Premiere Video is a gem. They carry every documentary, foreign film, independent film or PBS series you can name. I rented five movies yesterday in hopes of miraculously getting around to watching a few of them.
Yesterday, I watched a little indy film. Can't remember the name of it and I'll leave it at that. Last night, the girls watched Ponyo. Today, Not Don and I watched The Hangover. Not a nominee, granted, but a great comedy nonetheless.
I'm halfway through Inglourious Basterds right now - paused for potty break. I'm not a Brad Pitt fan normally and this movie does not persuade me otherwise. Mike Myers' appearance as a British officer is weird and distracting. I'm putting in the time, though. Quentin is usually worth it. (Mariah Carey and Mike Myers are both in films that could win a best picture award. I'm frightened.)
I'll watch Hurt Locker in the morning while the rest of the family goes to Alice in Wonderland.
On a bloggy note: it's after 1:00 AM, but I still count this as my 3/6/2010 entry since I've not gone to bed yet. Also, I'm rethinking this whole "Not" naming convention I've established. I didn't want to use my full name, then thought I'd better not use anyone elses either. Seems overwrought at this point and I hate overwrought anything. And really, you all know me! Who am I kidding?
On a Lenten note: I've been slacking on the dancing. I dance, but I typically put away dishes or talk on the phone or review homework while doing so. I'm going to set aside time for at least two songs, in a row, uninterrupted by the world. I'll start with this tune tomorrow morning and see how well it segues into watching Hurt Locker. Don't slap me cause I'm not in the mood.