Monthly Archives: December 2010
Linus Larrabee: How do you say in French my sister has a yellow pencil?
Sabrina Fairchild: Ma soeur a un crayon jaune.
Linus Larrabee: How do you say my brother has a lovely girl?
Sabrina Fairchild: Mon frère a une gentille petite amie.
Linus Larrabee: And how do you say I wish I were my brother?
Although I have been obsessively tracking the race to the Academy Awards for about 15 years, I finally decided to channel that obsession into a website a year ago, starting with last year’s SAG nominations.
In the last year, I’ve made some great film friends (see links on the right side) and started up three features: Oscar Vault Monday, Auteur of the Week and Movie Quote of the Day. I’ve also written several pieces that I really love, including my two-part look at modern actors and actresses who have never been nominated for an Oscar, the best pictures that weren’t nominated for Best Picture and that crazy month known as August that was Summer Under The Stars.
Its been a wonderful year and we’re back in the heat of a new race, with new contenders, new frontrunners and the 83rd annual Academy Awards are just a few months away.
I just wanted to say “Thank You” to all my vauled readers for all your continued support and I look forward to supplying you with endless Oscar trivia and history, as well as Awards Season coverage for years to come.
Best Picture: The Social Network
Best Director: Danny Boyle, 127 Hours
Best Actress: Jennifer Lawrence, Winter’s Bone
Best Actor: Colin Firth, The King’s Speech
Best Supporting Actor: Christian Bale, The Fighter
Best Supporting Actress: Amy Adams, The Fighter
Best Ensemble: Winter’s Bone
Best Breakthrough Performance: Jennifer Lawrence, Winter’s Bone
Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They’re so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don’t know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they’re all alike.
Maude: Oooh, but they’re *not*. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All *kinds* of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world’s sorrow comes from people who are *this*
[points to a daisy], yet allow themselves be treated as *that* [gestures to a field of daisies].