Oscar, schmoscar!!

Clint Eastwood gets right up my nose. and what kind of a name is Clint, anyway. I quite liked him when he was Rowdy Yates in Rawhide, heading 'em up and moving 'em out all those years ago, but he did have that rather horrid facial mole. Now he is the ultimate American luvvie, lauded for making it onto the podium, looking like a stiff that's been at the embalming fluid. - the high colour in the cheeks, the little peewee herman bow tie. He is just gruesome. the sight of him grasping not one, but two Oscars made me puke. Surrounded by his little coterie of other oddly named people, Hilary Swank, Morgan Freeman and his million year old mother he looked like the nodding dog in the back of the car. And all the while, the real talent, Martin Scorsese, sitting quietly in the row behind, knowing that Hollywood politics were going to rule him out yet again. I hope when they give Marty the sorry we forgot you lifetime acheivement Oscar next year, he won't turn up. Can you imagine being beaten to Best Director by Dances with wolves? So where is Kevin Costner now? Did Imelda Staunton really think she had a chance, or Mike Leigh for a film about abortion. The Oscars are still about old Hollywood, I am surprised that Methuselah impressionist Kirk Douglas wasn't wheeled out for something or other.Still there's always next year, when more talentless hams will tread the red carpet and more worthless people will collect their 8 and a half inches and thank everyone from their mother to the man who emptied their garbage before they were famous. Give me a break!!