I have no interest in the Grammys at all. It seems like all that is being promoted is rap, hip hop and other music that appeals to people who haven't even gone through puberty. I have never heard any of the major nominees.
This was a banner year for CD releases that didn't get Grammy nominations. Film Score Monthly, Marco Polo, the Varese Sarabande club releases,
Jeepers Creepers, the score albums to
The Triplets of Belleville and
A Summer Place...man, if it doesn't sell 250,000 copies, it may as well not exist as far as the Grammys are concerned. To
hell heck with 'em, says I.
The Significant Other and myself did some serious moviegoing today...two depressing movies,
21 Grams and
The Fog of War in the theater, and the new deeveedees of
Planet of the Apes and
American Splendor, the last of which gets my vote for Best Movie of 2003.
I swore I wouldn't buy the new
Apes special edition, since I have the original boxed-set, but I heard so many good things about the new set I plunked down the dough at Beast Buy...the text-commentary is unusually insightful, and actually does what a commentary is supposed to do: enhance one's enjoyment of the film. Full marks to Eric Greene! In a week or so, I'll listen to what Jerry Goldsmith has to say in his isolated score/commentary track. He's quite a curmudgeon, I've been given to understand.
21 Grams was annoying, pretentious and downbeat. But Sean Penn was actually better in this than he was in the equally annoying, pretentious and downbeat
Mystic River.
Grams has more grainy-looking, overexposed photography, though. Ick.