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Oscars 2021

 I'll look for any distraction I can find, at present, so here are three final bits about the Oscars (2021 edition):

*Bizarre Oscar trivia delights me. For example, this year, we're celebrating the twentieth anniversary of Marcia Gay Harden's win. This is literally the only time in history that something like this happened. Harden didn't get a SAG nomination; she didn't get a Globe nomination. She went on to win the Oscar. Everyone thought Kate Hudson would get the prize. Harden thinks that Judi Dench was really pissed about the results. (Dench hasn't commented.)

*I recognize the value of several of the nominees, but a big part of me continues to think that the year's best film was "The Invisible Man," and that the year's best performance was Elisabeth Moss, in "The Invisible Man." I watched this movie twice, with pleasure, and I really don't want to rewatch the Best Picture nominees (despite liking a few). Also, no screenwriting nomination for "Invisible Man"--? Good grief.

*I wasn't wild about "Nomadland," but I was happy to see that it led to the creation of this memorable Anne Lamott tweet: "I meant and expected to love this movie, but I didn't. I am one of over 17 people in the country who didn't, one of five in our county. We all meet in my basement on alternate Tuesday nights...."

Happy Oscar Night to you.
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