Gluemeat

Today, fellow Gluemeaties, the birthday card presentation moves on, as I introduce to you all Lauren’s addition to the love in celebration of my 32 years on the planetoid.

Just before we move on with the rest of the day, as many of you probably (and rightfully) believe, I loathe the Oscars for their gaudy, self-congratulatory, royalty-on-parade aspect, and the oft-political implications of nominations and winners. Therefore, of course, I avoided the TV presentation like the plague, especially those red carpet segments. Just thinking about them makes my skin lose pigmentation.

However, every year or so, there’s one victory which allows me to forgive Oscar night for its excessiveness, and this year that honour belongs to the victorious Philip Seymour Hoffman, whose righteous performance of Truman Capote was eras above and beyond what any of his counterparts pulled off. In fact, he’s quite possibly the best actor in Hollywood today, and has been for a few years. Not many men have pulled off such a revolting and bad-taste-in-your-mouth leaving performance like he did in Happiness, only to make your chest burst with the unbridled care and devotion shown in Magnolia. There’s also his saving of 25th Hour and his spot on performance in Owning Mahowny which only add further argumentation to his cause, but seems to me his low-key attitude and apparent reluctance to playing the Hollywood game will keep him from generating the accolades he rightly deserves to draw him to the status of people like Meryl Streep, Robert De Nero and Dustin Hoffman.

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