We're getting close, folks. Only a few more categories to go and my ulcer hasn't stopped working overtime.
Deserves it: Fantastic Mr. Fox- Alexandre Desplat mixes whimsy with gusto that blends perfectly with Anderson’s vision. It’s cussing great!
Doesn’t deserve it: Sherlock Holmes- It’s no mystery what happened here. Elementary, my dear reader. I can almost hear the scraping sound from the bottom of Hollywood’s barrel.
Screwed: Where the Wild Things Are- Karen O and Carter Burwell got jacked this year! Not even a Best Song nom. And Burwell was the aural madman responsible for A Serious Man! Let me tell you something, Academy. You’re suspect!
Marvin Hamlisch- The Informant! was a great film, and the soundtrack was one of the best things about that film. Too bad.
Best Original Song:
Deserves it: The Weary Kind- Ryan Bingham and T Bone Burnett craft a beautiful and simple song that seems to crystallize the entire film into one great moment.
Doesn’t deserve it: Randy Newman- Do I need to explain myself further?
Screwed: All is Love- I can’t even- too mad-
Karen O, I love you.
Also: What about nearly every song from the supremely excellent New Moon soundtrack? If awesomeness could be harnessed as energy, then that soundtrack alone could power a small town. I know that the movie sucked, but don’t blame the music.
Tomorrow will conclude my predictions slash feelings on the snoody, flawed affair we call the Oscars...