I didn’t get to watch the SAG awards live, but I came home to my parents watching a replay. I asked instantly if “The King’s Speech” took Best Ensemble, to which they replied yes. As much as I like the movie, I don’t think it deserved the honor, so I blurted out a four-letter expletive that begins with the letter s.
I retreated into my room where I did some homework in a rather surly mood. Everything had been going just fine before that – I got to meet country star Pat Green at my church and listen to him sing from a proximity of only a few feet! And it wasn’t the homework either. I came to the realization that it was the freaking SAG Awards that put me in such a foul state.
I then slowly removed myself from the mood by reminding myself that it’s just a game; the awards season only vindicates our opinion, it doesn’t make them. While it helps to write history, it doesn’t write anyone’s mind nowadays. Or at least anyone with a mind of their own.
I remember being in a pretty gross state after 2008’s “Slumdog Millionaire” sweep, which came at the expense of plenty of movies which I liked much more at the time. It’s kind of pathetic, and it’s a New Year’s Resolution for 2012 that I’m making 11 months early – not to let something as silly as an awards show dictate my mood.
Yeah, but…shit, did the SAG guys even know The Social Network was nominated?
This season I couldn’t care less (probably because I made such a big deal about ‘Slumdog’ last year). Either film winning won’t make me feel anything, however, if Firth gets screwed then I’ll be angry.