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Hollywood Wants Me to Chop Off My Penis to Cover Their Asses


Hey 3.5 readers.  BQB here.  Does the title of this post sound harsh?  Good.  It’s meant to be.  I am one unhappy movie buff.

First, a recollection.  3.5, when I was a young man, I had a dick boss.  You can all relate?  Good.  This dick would constantly make bad decisions.  I’d warn him that what he was telling me to do was going to backfire in some big way but he’d tell me to do it anyway.  Dutiful employee, I’d obey and the backfire would ensue.

Naturally, when the dick boss would be called upon for an explanation of the backfire by his higher up boss, the dick boss would cover his ass and blame me.  And then really, what am I going to do?  A young kid in his early 20s is going to go over his immediate boss’ head and talk to a higher up boss?  I think not.

But hey, at least I got paid to be my dick boss’ human blame shield and his shit.

I never got paid to eat Hollywood’s shit.  In fact, I paid to see a lot of their crummy movies this year and I even helped promote them with reviews on this exceptional blog and what did I get when I tuned in to see the Oscars?

I got a heaping bowl of shit.  Specifically, a bunch of fabulously wealthy, like almost supernaturally wealthy and good looking people who were all aware that sexual harassment was rampant in their industry but did absolutely nothing about it until it was exposed, now want to blame ME and YOU, the average Joe Blow, work a day viewer.

3.5 readers, let me ask you a question.  Did you rape a Hollywood starlet?  Did you ever tell an actress she had to shake hands with Mr. Winky if she wants a part in a movie?  Wait, do you even have any pull over what happens in the movie business?  Umm…have you even been to California?

I have not done any of those things.  I’m just a random guy who has been respectful to women my entire life.  Sometimes, and I hate to say it’s possible to be “too respectful,” but I know I lost a few women because when the moment was right, I hesitated to give them the old smooch-a-roo and that was it for them.  They deemed me unmanly and moved on.

But I digress.

This was basically the theme of Oscar night this year.  It wasn’t Harvey Weinstein or any of the other big shots with a casting couch and their demands for sex in exchange for stardom.

It wasn’t any of the famous and super wealthy movie stars who knew this was going on for years and due to their wealth and fame, could have easily exposed it, concerns about losing acting work be damned because they’ve already made a zillion times more than what the average person makes in a thousand lifetimes and never have to worry about money ever again.

Nope.  It was me.  And you.  Anyone with a trouser snake.  Jimmy Kimmel, who apparently has been neutered since his days at “The Man Show,” which was a show on Comedy Central in the early 2000s that focused primarily on drinking beer and watching “The Juggies” i.e. big breasted women bounce up and down on trampolines, joked that Oscar was the perfect man because he didn’t have a penis.

Nope.  I assure you Jimbo, if you look at the numbers, the vast amount of penis owners aren’t doing anything illicit with their penises.  The vast majority of men have been torn down into becoming impotent shadows of what their manly grampas used to be.  The average man yearns for regular access for poontang but then settles for a sad, tear laced personal wank session whilst watching the latest updates to PornHub.

It wasn’t me.  It wasn’t you.  It was Harvey and all the powerful big shots like Harvey and all of the powerful big shots who protected him for years and years.  That’s who did it.

You know what I would have liked to have seen Sunday night?  I would have liked it if one of these celebrities who knew what was going on, just one, would have gotten up and said something like, “Hey everyone.  I knew.  A lot of us knew.  We didn’t do anything about it because we like being celebrities.  We like appearing in movies and on TV shows.  All that attention, it’s like a drug and being a celebrity is the closest a person can get to immortality, knowing that years from now, people will still be watching films we were in.  We were afraid of losing that but we shouldn’t have.  We should have realized that the possibility of being retaliated against and getting pushed out of the movie business was less important than blowing the whistle and making sure that not one more aspiring actress would be molested or put in a bad situation.  Now that we know that the public is listening and will support us if we speak up and that the industry won’t tolerate bad behavior anymore, we will sound the alarm if we ever come across those who abuse their power.”

That’s it.  I’d of said bravo and way to take responsibility.  But nope.  The penis is to blame.  If you have a penis, it was your fault, even if you’ve never even been to Hollywood.

All I know is my heart sunk a little when Jimmy Kimmel said, and I quote, “I wish I were a woman.”

Sigh.  It’s not enough to say, “I support women.”  Nope.  You have to publicly demand that your penis be replaced with a vagina now.

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My Oscar Observations

Quickly, because I’m a busy nerd this morning:

#1 – I tuned in and out but in general I haven’t heard anything too controversial about the ceremony itself but I might be wrong.  Let me know if there was anything.  Generally speaking, all these wealthy, powerful people who could have drummed the sexual harassment out of the business decades ago but did nothing and now they’re all like “Hooray for #timesup and #metoo” is a little sickening.  Better late than never?  Maybe.  But they could have done better years ago.

#2 – Shape of Water winning gives me mixed feelings.  As a nerd, I think it’s great that a scifi movie won and I don’t think people realize this was sci-fi…and a bit of a dark comedy melded into a love story.  Take away the French music and it could have been a kooky episode of the X-Files.  This will be the year the gold went to a movie about a lady who fucks a fish.

#3 – Ugly actors are snubbed again.

#4 – Frances McDormand’s laugh will haunt my nightmares, though I know she meant well.

#5 – Three Billboards was the stronger film.  “You don’t get to do bad things to others just because something bad happened to you” is a message the world needs.

#6 – I admit, I have never seen “Call Me By Your Name” but just reading the plot makes me nauseous and no, not because it’s about gay love.  To each their own.  It’s ironic that in the year Hollywood is vowing to erase sexual harassment from the workplace, a movie about an older man who statutorily rapes his employer’s underage son is getting so much Oscar recognition.  I realize there are a lot of people who think this movie is great and is all for gay empowerment and that’s fine, but if that’s the case, then just make both characters of legal, consenting age.  Rape = sex without consent and minors, by law, do not have the mental capacity to give consent to sex because they are deemed incapable of understanding the consequences.  Thus, laws are on the books to dissuade older people from preying on the young.  If you are older, you are expected to know better and will go to jail if you don’t.

If you think I’m being a fuddy duddy, imagine the plot is tweaked.  An older male has sex with the underage daughter of his employer…you’d want whoever made that movie run out of Hollywood on a rail and their career ruined, right?  So, let’s just all agree that underage boys and girls need legal protection against older predators and movies shouldn’t be made that glorify older people who perv on the young.


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Once Again the Oscars Ignore the Plight of the Ugly

What an outrageous night so far, 3.5 readers.  So many beautiful people awarded and not an ugly face among them.  With all this talk about diversity, which I’m not arguing against as it’s needed, there seems to be no commitment toward making sure physically ugly Americans aren’t left out of the movie industry.

I’ll admit Sam Rockwell is kind of ugly, but not full blown ugly.  “Kinda ugly” is about as far as the Academy is willing to go.  “Full blown ugly” is not a step they are willing to take, thus veteran actor Willem Dafoe loses the gold on this, his third nomination without a win.

How much longer must ugly people suffer knowing that they are not wanted anywhere near the silver screen?

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Why Willem Dafoe Must Win Best Supporting Actor at Oscars 2018 – #OscarsSoPretty


Holy crap, 3.5 readers.  Look at that crazy eyed, buck toothed mother fucker.

As you are all aware, I am a great philanthropist, a lover of all peoples and above all else, a tireless advocate for the civil rights of the incredibly ugly.  We didn’t choose to look like Plymouth Rock landed on our faces.  We were born looking like Plymouth Rock landed on our faces.

I love Willem Dafoe but seriously, the man looks like a giant greasy dump that grew a pair of ridiculous, incredibly haunting googly eyes.  Further, he’s got a set of teeth that look like they were designed  by MC Escher.

But did that stop our hideous hero?  No.  Despite the fact that he was born looking like the stuff of children’s nightmares, he headed off to Hollywood as a young man, a move I can only assume was met with derision by friends and family who told him he was way too ugly.

Yes, if you’re as ugly as Willem Dafoe the best you can hope for is a job as a bus station janitor, but this man refused that destiny and found box office success, starring in such critically acclaimed films as “Platoon” and “Born on the Fourth of July,” blockbusters like “Spider-Man” (so ugly he played a goblin) and he even played Jesus Christ in “The Last Temptation of Christ.”

Seriously.  Imagine how good an actor you have to be when you are so ugly that it’s possible the entire Christian faith may be offended by an ugly man playing their savior but then didn’t get mad because Dafoe was such a good actor.

Dafoe has been nominated twice for Best Supporting Actor – 1987’s “Platoon” and 2001’s “Shadow of the Vampire.”

Let me ask you this, 3.5 readers.  Why is it that Willem Dafoe was such a staple for big time movies for so long and yet has never been recognized with Oscar gold?  Why are so many young actors awarded before this longtime thespian?

Simple.  Ugly bias.

Willem Dafoe is super ugly, but he dared to become an actor and yes he often plays deeply scary, sphincter tightening roles but he’s proven his chops and branched out into other roles, sometimes even taking heroic turns.

In “Florida Project” Willem plays an ugly motel manager who is like the de facto father figure for the impoverished residents of a slum motel.  As a ugly American myself, it would bring me such great joy to see a fellow ugly man to take home the gold and not for playing a villain (typical staple of ugly actors) but for playing a positive role model.

Yes, if Willem wins it will be a boon to ugly people all over the world.  So many ugly boys and girls will feel free to take the paper bags off their little heads and believe in themselves for the first time ever.

3.5 readers, whether you are good looking or ugly (and let’s face it, if you’re good looking and you’re reading this blog then give me your looks because you’re doing it wrong), please join me in promoting the #OscarsSoPretty hashtag and also tweet your support for Willem Dafoe.

Maybe, just maybe, ugly Americans can rest a little easier knowing their contributions to the world are recognized.

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Movie Review – The Florida Project (2017)

Adulting is hard.

Sadly, kidding (child-ing?) is getting even harder.

BQB here with a review of “The Florida Project.”

I’m not totally sure what the point of this film was.  It’s not exactly plot driven.  It meanders quite a bit.  Large chunks of the film are devoted to young child actors around six years old, saying lines that I’m not sure they’d ever really say if there wasn’t someone, I can only imagine but not confirm, hanging off camera promising candy or toys or something.

Obviously, the overall intent is to give the world a glimpse into what life is like for the poverty stricken, as well as the lives of those whose job it is to take care of them.

On the strip leading to Disney World in Orlando, Florida, there’s a series of tourist traps – hotels, discount gift shops, all catering to folks who are visiting the House of Mouse on a budget.  The film doesn’t quite explain it well but there was a time, before Disney developed the ever loving crap out of its property, when tourists who wanted to save a buck would go have fun at the parks then stay at a cheap, non-Disney motel.  Today, Disney has a vast array of hotels catering to almost every type of budget.

So, if this film is to be believed, many of the strip motels have turned into sad, depressing welfare slums.  Once such establishment is “The Magic Castle,” where young mother Halley (Bria Vinai) lives on a weekly cash basis with her six year old daughter, Moonee (Brooklyn Prince.)

Sidenote – if your name is Brooklyn that’s like, a guarantee your parents were all like, “this kid is becoming a child actor!” right?

The film strings together a series of shenanigans.  Moonee and her young pals from the motel wander about aimlessly, spitting on cars, throwing dead fish into pools, harassing paying customers and generally making life miserable for Bobby, the motel’s overworked, underpaid, vastly put upon and long suffering manager, played by Willem Dafoe, whose presence, honestly, is the only thing that makes the film watchable.

Covered with tattoos and constantly high, Halley is unemployed and unemployable, making money by begging tourists for cash, occasionally running scams to bilk them out of money and yes, even turning tricks.  You get the general sense that she wants to do right by her daughter but are unsure if it’s just that impossible to pull herself out of the proverbial hole she’s in or if she’s so drugged up she’s not able to help herself in any way.

It becomes clear that poverty is inter-generational, though whether bad parenting leads to poverty or poverty causes bad parenting is sort of a chicken vs. the egg argument.  Halley’s life sucks and you are led to feel sorry for her and realize there are so many people trapped in such difficult circumstances.

At the same time, we see other parents in the motel who are similarly poor, yet they stay off drugs, work menial wage jobs and are actively attempting to better their lives and instill morals in their kids, making the most of the little they have.

Amidst this mess is Bobby, who might have one of the most thankless jobs I’ve ever seen.  He works tirelessly, fixing broken equipment, painting, repairing, moving heavy stuff and the second something goes wrong, the tenants he’s given thousands of passes to on their mistakes rip his head off and raise hell over the slightest problems.

I’m inclined to think that Bobby is every adult in your life who a) wasn’t your parent but b) had a job that required him to help you and c) yelled at you for something bad you did or some rule you broke and you think he’s just an asshole because all you saw was the stern facade.  You didn’t see how he returns to his office and looks so pained because he knows you’re suffering and yet there’s little he is able to do to help you.

Despite a rule that prevents tenants from staying too long and becoming permanent residents, Bobby helps Halley circumvent this rule by moving her every so often to a different room within the motel.  Moonee raises hell and drives other guests nuts, constantly breaks things and makes more work for Bobby.  Meanwhile, Halley’s extracurricular activities bring all kinds of heat for the motel.

In short, Bobby could throw this problem customer out on the street any time and improve his life 100 percent and yet, he refuses to do so, putting his own job on the line because his gut tells him that something bad will happen if he doesn’t bend the rules and let Halley and Moonee stay.

If this a spoiler, then so be it, but literally, at no time, does Halley ever show any kind of acknowledgment that she understands Bobby is doing her a favor.  Halley makes all sorts of demands for Bobby to overlook the rules, let it go that she’s late with her rent, forget that she’s doing all sorts of bad things or that her unsupervised kid is driving everyone nuts.  Yet, when Bobby asks Halley for just a little bit of help in complying with the rules, she freaks out, leading to a used maxi pad being slapped on his office window in one gross out scene.

SIDENOTE  – I’ve seen tampons and pads being thrown at helpless victims in too many films now.  Is this something women dream about doing all day long now?  Whenever someone pisses them off, they just want to whip out their bloody cooch covers and whip ’em at some poor, unsuspecting schmuck?

Mixed feelings.  It’s more of a learning experience/acted out documentary than a fun movie.  There are some emotional parts though.  Poverty is hard and nearly impossible to break out of.  Good parenting and/or harping on kids to do the right thing can increase the chances of breaking out of it.

Perhaps there’s some irony that all these kids are suffering and are poor when just down the road there’s a theme park where wealthier parents dump tons of cash on toys, candy, rides and fun for their little brats.

But ultimately, the most I got out of it is that there are probably a million Bobbies out there – low level business employees who see people suffering hardships all day, who may come across as hardasses laying down rules but also are never thanked when they bend the rules and put their jobs and livelihood on the line to help those in need.

STATUS:  Shelf-worthy.  Not sure the film itself is Oscar worthy though Dafoe’s performance is and he is overdue for some recognition.






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Movie Review – Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (2017)

An angry woman’s descent into madness!  A total dick’s redemption!

BQB here with a review of “Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri.”

Seven months after the rape and murder of her daughter, Mildred (Frances McDormand) provides the town’s police department with a sign (actually, three) of her displeasure in their handling of the case.

In doing so, she calls out Chief Willoughby (Woody Harrelson) by name, much to the anger of the townsfolk who love this pillar of the community.

As the conflict ensues, Mildred’s righteous anger causes her to engage in increasingly worse activity.

Meanwhile, Officer Dixon (Sam Rockwell), a total douche of a human being, locks horns with Mildred due to his loyalty to Willoughby.  Along the way, his behavior gets better.

Thus, the main questions of the film.  Is it possible for a grieving mother to go too far in the name of righting a wrong?  Is it possible for a man who has been horrible his whole life to redeem himself in a single act of bravery?

The movie is definitely unique in its ability to weave drama with dark, dark, incredibly dark (nearly pitch black) comedy.  At times, there are plot holes.  Frankly, one wonders how Dixon and Mildred are able to get away with all the mayhem they cause as their bitter feud unfolds.

I’ve heard some negative reviews from movie critics, but I enjoyed it and found it to be a good study of the difficulties of the human condition, how life is difficult, how we often think we need to do things to “get even” before we can move on but how those things rarely improve a bad situation.

While “Darkest Hour,” in my opinion, tells a historically important lesson about resilience against an enemy, I think “Three Billboards” is the most moving film I’ve seen out of the Oscar nominated pack.

Still, they’ll probably give the gold to the film about the fish fucker.

STATUS: Shelf-worthy.  Rent it today.

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Movie Review – Darkest Hour (2017)

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”

BQB here with a review of “Darkest Hour.”

You know 3.5 readers, modern politics suck.  They’re messy and brutish, a blood sport on all sides.  Amidst all this kerfluffle, where is the man who is willing to stand up, not for what is popular, but for what is right?  Where is the man who is willing to slap his balls down on the table and be prepared to lose them to the naysayers if they’re proven right?

Sigh.  That man (or woman) is working the drive-thru at Arby’s or some such bullshit, because let’s face it, people without polish and pizzazz (or money) can’t get a foot through the political door these days.

Luckily, such wasn’t the case for Sir Winston Churchill.  An old mumbler who looked like a bald bull dog, he drank to excess, took most meetings in his bathrobe, and chain smoked cigars and drank bottles upon bottles of booze all day long.  Moody, unpolished, rude, but he had balls.  Oh, how he had balls.

Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain (Ronald Pickup) sought peace with Hitler.  The result?  At the start of the film, Hitler’s armies stand ready to overrun Belgium and take over France, where, without intervention, they’ll push British forces into the sea at Dunkirk, effectively ending the UK’s ability to defend itself.

It’s a hopeless situation and the political types in parliament are more interested in saving their careers than the nation.  No one even wants the position of Prime Minister now, as defeat seems imminent and no one wants to go down as the leader who handed England over to Germany.

Thus, Churchill, who had long been the lonely canary in the coal mine, warning England and the rest of the Europe that Hitler was up to some serious shit and he should met not with appeasement but early attacks before he gets too far, is placed in charge.

Chamberlain and Viscount Halifax (Stephen Dillane or Roose Bolton to “Game of Thrones” fans) want to double down on a new attempt to appease Hitler, oblivious to the fact that earlier attempts to satiate the Nazis just made them that much stronger.

Together, they make moves to force Churchill into peace talks, putting the bulldog into a grave position.  The 25,000 lives he lost under his military command years earlier weigh heavily on him, and the prospects of victory against a war machine that has conquered the rest of the continent seem grim.

Ultimately, it’s up to Churchill to make some tough choices and outfox the foxes in his hen house at their own game.

SPOILER ALERT – because, I mean, it’s history, so you should know already, but Churchill chooses to fight Hitler rather than make a peace.  He’s certain it would be a lame ass peace, one that would leave the swastika flying over Buckingham Palace and a Nazi controlled puppet government running the show.

But it was definitely an unsavory roll of the dice.  Had Germany prevailed, the puppet government would have looked better than a defeated, decimated Britain…and thus Gary Oldman as Churchill gives us a front row seat to how the proverbial sausage is made, how leadership requires the bold to make a tough decision and to stay the course, no matter how far away the light at the end of the tunnel may seem.

Will there be more Churchills in the future?  Honestly, I feel television really screwed our collective political pooch.  As long as elections are decided based on who has the most polish and pizzazz, perfect looks and fabulous hair, the ornery old bald foul mouthed drunk who’s willing to put his balls on the line and to tell the enemy to eat a dick doesn’t stand a chance at election.

Hell, even Churchill didn’t.  Once his big balls one the war, his reward was to be thrown out of office.  But, he was able to walk away knowing he and his balls had stood up for what was right.

Worthy of Oscars all around but will probably lose to the movie about the fish fucker.

STATUS: Shelf-worthy.  Rent it today.  Props to the women behind the man, i.e. his wife Clemmie (Kristin Scott Thomas) who reigned him in and got him to focus on shit.  Meanwhile, scenes with his personal secretary, Elizabeth Layton (Lilly James) who has to undergo the stress of taking Churchill’s cigar smoke cough laden, booze fueled, mumbling rants and putting them into actual words to be typed and dispatched are particularly touching.

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Movie Review – The Shape of Water (2017)

If there’s a better movie out there about a woman who fucks a fish monster, I’ve yet to see it.

BQB here with a review of the Oscar front runner, “The Shape of Water.”

I don’t think the line above counts as a spoiler.  If you check out the poster for this film, it shows a woman locked in a passionate embrace with a fish man sooo…I mean I don’t know about you, but when I saw that my immediate reaction was to realize that this movie was probably going to feature some human on fish man fucking.

Beyond that, I can’t begin to discuss this film without mentioning SPOILERS so if you don’t want to read SPOILERS then don’t read on below.   SPOILERS!!!

Here’s the deal, 3.5 readers.  I’ve been a movie buff for as long as I can remember.  I have seen so many movies that I deserve an honorary degree in film studies.

I’m usually able to collect my thoughts after I see a film…but I’m not sure what I saw here.

It was good.  I’m just unclear as to the point of it all.

Sally Hawkins and Octavia Spencer play Elisa and Zelda, a duo of cleaning ladies who keep a top secret 1960s Cold War era research facility spotless.  They dust satellites and clean bizarre machines and are aware that their continued employment (and freedom) requires them to keep their mouths shut about anything they see.

That’s easy for Elisa as she’s mute – unable to speak.  Elisa lives on the periphery of life, always enjoy movies and television, which she watches with her elderly, unemployed neighbor, a mopey ex-advertising artist named Giles (Richard Jenkins.)

Elisa is content to stick with the same old life until she learns that one of the lab’s test subjects, a fish man comparable in appearance to “the Creature from the Black Lagoon” is regularly tortured by Strickland, a clandestine CIA type played by Michael Shannon.

Long story short, Elisa feels sorry for the fish monster, so she enlists Zelda and Giles to participate in an breakout scheme.

And then once the creature is free, he and Elisa fuck.  Oh my God.  There is so much fish monster on human woman fucking its crazy really.

Sooo…I’m unsure of a number of things.  My first thought is surely this film, about a woman who falls in love with and fucks a fish man, must be a dark comedy.  The Academy never touches sci-fi, but the film makes use of typical French romance music, so one is left to wonder if this is all just a parody of classic romance films, but instead of two French people who lose their ennui after they meet, this is about….human on fish man fucking.

There are definitely dark comedy undertones yet there is a lot of drama and in many parts, a serious tone.  What exactly is the overall theme?  The best I was able to come up with is that it is very difficult to find true love so when you find it, you must embrace it, even if you and your partner have differences – say, differences in race, religion, background…or you know, if one of you is a human and one of you is a fish man.

From a writer’s standpoint, I am amazed.  I write so many outlandish, ridiculous, absurd things but never once would I dream of having a woman and a fish monster get it on.  Honestly, take out the French romance music and some of the dramatic flourishes and serious scenes and this movie could double as an April Fool’s episode of the X-Files where the producers decide to let their hair down and be silly.

Meanwhile, Michael Shannon is skilled at playing psychos and he excels here.  This is his best performance since “Boardwalk Empire.”  I was left to believe that he really wanted to apprehend the fish man at all costs and was not moved by the romantic undertones of human on fish man coitus.

Jenkins also deserves recognition.  I bought him as a sad sack whose only friend is Elisa and thus he’s willing to do anything to retain her friendship.  By the way, don’t get old because if a woman has to choose between an old man and a fish man, she will choose the sushi penis every time.  Scaly balls, yes.  Wrinkly balls, no.

Is it worth an Oscar?  I mean, I enjoyed it, I had a good time, it did make me think about love and how it can bloom in the strangest places under the most unexpected circumstances.

Is it better than the other nominees?  I’ll have to think about that one, though I’ll note that at this point, I really just want the news to be talking about how a movie about a woman who fucks a fish man was made best picture and to the best of my knowledge, none of the other films feature a woman banging a fish man.

STATUS: Shelf-worthy.  If you ever figure out what it’s about, tell me.



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Wind River Snub

Hey 3.5 readers.

So first, let me say up front I realize why “Wind River” was snubbed this Oscar season.  That is to say I think I know.  I am a lowly peon blogger for a website with 3.5 readers and the Academy does not share any insider info with me….but my best guess is because this was a Harvey Weinstein film.  To nominate the film would be to reward Hollywood’s most notorious pervert.

I get that but I’m not sure it’s fair to punish the director, the actors, anyone else involved who could have been nominated.  I mean, the film was made before news of Harvey’s pervy ways become public knowledge.

So, there you go.  Maybe grandfather in anyone involved in Harvey’s last movies and then I assume Harvey isn’t making movies anymore.  Hell, if he is and you’re an actor, then at least you know up front you’re getting involved in a movie made by a perv so maybe you want to take your acting skills elsewhere.  Now you’re on notice of Harvey’s alleged perversions.

Oh, my lawyer says I have to note Harvey’s perversions are only alleged.  Don’t assume he was a perv just on my ramblings.

The film tells a good story about Wyoming, a state you likely don’t think about unless you live there – the wide spaces where you are miles away from civilization, how Native American women are often kidnapped and killed and the crimes are never solved because the wilderness is so vast and Native American reservation lands aren’t given much funds to hire a bigger police presence.

Graham Greene who plays the long suffering tribal police chief who passes much needed survival knowledge to the newcomer/green around the gills FBI agent played by Elizabeth Olsen.  Greene’s character is tough, his advice is wise, almost to the point that those who don’t follow it do so at their peril.

Meanwhile, Gil Birmingham plays Martin, the grieving father of the film’s victim.  SPOILER ALERT – there’s a scene at the end where Martin paints his face blue in sort of a native ritual to somehow aid his grieving process but the look of pain on his face is so pure that it’s clear that the fear there is no higher power looking out for us and we are all alone to process our sadness and no one is looking down on us to help us get better is clear.  The presence of Jeremy Renner’s character, assumedly a Christian and himself another grieving father, shows that this pain crosses many cultures and perhaps we all have more in common with one another than we think.

At any rate, Greene and Birmingham are Hollywood’s go to actors for Native American roles.  You probably don’t know their names but you’ve seen them in something.  I never knew their names until I looked them up to write this.

I just think there was a rare opportunity for Greene or Birmingham to receive a rare (has it ever happened before?) nomination for a Native American actor and if that opportunity was lost due to Harvey’s pervyness then that is a shame.

Oh well.  See the movie anyway.

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BQB Does the Oscars – 2018 – Best Picture


Hey 3.5 movie buffs.

BQB here.  The 2018 Oscar nominations are released, so first, let’s talk about best picture.  The nominees are:

Call Me By Your Name

Darkest Hour


Get Out

Lady Bird

Phantom Thread

The Post

The Shape of Water

Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri

I have to say, 3.5 readers, every year it’s about half and half.  I’ve seen half the movies nominated and not the other half.  This year, I only saw “Dunkirk” and “Get Out” so Hollywood is really pulling the obscure stuff out of the closet, which is what the Oscars are typically known for anyway.

Predictions?  It’s hard when you haven’t seen most of them.

“Get Out” gave us a glimpse of how black people feel living amongst white people.  I assume that was director Jordan Peele’s goal.  I’ll SPOIL it because you’ve had a chance to watch it by now, or look away if you haven’t but the general gist is that a family of white people have figured out a way to take the minds of ailing white people and insert them into the bodies of black people.  Via hypnosis, the black person’s mind is buried into a deep recess, so it’s like he’s there and can see what is going on but can’t participate.

All in all, the film uses horror and science fiction concepts to begin a discussion about race relations and I mean, a more historic and or dramatic approach might have been taken, but let’s face it.  Moviegoers are more interested in horror and sci-fi.  The movie entertains, while slipping us some thoughts about how we could all be better to each other at the same time.

In short, this would be a rare opportunity for Hollywood to give the aware to a commercial success.

“Dunkirk” tells an important story that is often lost in the annals of history.  The Germans are sweeping through France.  British and allied troops are stuck between the sea and the incoming Nazis.  Churchill has done the math and decided he can’t afford to lose his Navy to pick up the soldiers, so the soldiers are on their own….until a fleet of commercial fishermen save the day.

In these trying times, it’s a story about how we can all come together to achieve a greater good.

Speaking of Churchill, I’ve been meaning to see the “Darkest Hour.” I have always been a Churchill fan.  The short primer on Churchill is that he was one of the earliest politicians in Europe to try to ring the proverbial alarm bell and be all like, “Uh, hey, fellow Brits, I think this Hitler chap might be a bad egg” but alas, no one would listen to him.  As the war carried on, England became the last country in Europe to not come under Nazi rule, though it came pretty close.  Churchill took a lot of abuse. Many wanted to negotiate with the Nazis or worse, just let him have England without a fight but Churchill slapped his big brass cajones down on the table and took the hard way out and England, nay, the rest of Europe survived because of it.

I know little about the other films.  “The Post” seems like a manufactured Oscar movie, designed to get awards.  Maybe it’s good but the whole Pentagon papers/press vs. Nixon has had its time on film before.

“The Shape of Water” intrigues me because the poster shows a woman hugging some kind of lizard creature and it sounds like there’s great buzz about it, like the critics are calling it the film to beat so…as a sci fi buff I’m interested.  Plus, I want to know if the lady bangs the lizard creature.

Who do you think will win, 3.5 readers?

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