
Another year, another Oscars ceremony.
The Hurt Locker won six awards, including Best Picture and Best Director, trouncing Avatar which failed to a win any of the major gongs. Acting prizes went to the expected recipients and Precious won a writing award. Generally speaking, positive results across the board.
Staying up to watch the coverage on Sky was another interesting experience. Considering they probably pay a bit of money for the rights it seems strange that their studio guests were quite as irrelevant. Don't get me wrong, I quite like Ronni Ancona and David Baddiel but I'm not sure how exactly they were booked.
Anyway, to my central point: all four members of the studio team guessed every single one of the awards on a piece of paper before the ceremony began and the top score was 16 correct answers out of 24. Similarly, on the Guardian Unlimited podcast two critics that I admire immensely - Xan Brooks and Jason Solomons - managed the same score. This ultimately isn't important, but for the fact that I did the same exercise and got 17 correct (although admittedly the difference may have been a flukey guess on Best Short Documentary). This means either the awards are incredibly predictable or I am a genius and I'm fairly sure what the answer to that is.
The betting mentioned in previous blog posts wasn't quite as fruitful. I comfortably made my money back and although I wasted £8 of my £24 profit on my two outsider bets still ended with a £16 return on the evening. It added a little spice to proceedings, if nothing else.
The ceremony was actually not too bad; I thought that Steve Martin was exceptionally funny and made me laugh out loud on a number of occasions (Meryl Streep's Nazi memorabilia in particular). What unfortunately let the event down was the fact that the awards were so obviously nailed in, there wasn't really any tension except for the final and critical Best Picture decision going to The Hurt Locker.
That said, I can't pretend that I didn't whoop for joy when Tom Hanks read that result out. I had been certain - despite betting on Bigelow's masterpiece - that Avatar was going to win and it came as a real surprise that it lost out.
And finally, it was nice to see that the Academy managed to make their traditional balls-up with the Foreign Language film. Given that A Prophet and The White Ribbon were both films at a supremely high level, it rather tickles me how they can never quite get it right. I almost think that its a wilful attempt to be subversive in an award category that none of the voters actually care about. The White Ribbon? Boo sucks to you Haneke. A Prophet? Boo sucks again. Lets reward some film that nobody's seen, it'll be a right laugh.
Either way, there wasn't many wrong decisions on the night and I'll take a Hurt Locker victory any day of the week. Roll on next year.



