And The Brian Goes To …
The high-brow movies will have their moments in Hollywood. But we learn about the really important awards today, the seventh annual Brians, which recognize excellence in movies which I saw in the theater in 2008.
A record 11 movies qualified for this year’s awards. Many were only really eligible to win The Bridget, which goes to the movie which I only saw because my daughter wanted to see it.
Without further ado, let’s take a look at this year’s winners.
Best Supporting Actress: Allison Janney, “Juno.” We all know her as CJ Cregg, the feisty press secretary on “The West Wing,” but she really shone as the stepmother of pregnant teen Juno McGuff. We saw the film in early 2008 after it already received consideration for last year’s Oscars. Janney probably should have won then as well, if only for her impassioned monologue during Juno’s sonogram.
Best Supporting Actor: Russell Brand, “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” This category has always been my favorite since the movies for immature guys I usually go to see always have plenty of good sidekicks. This year was no different. Brand, who played the self-obsessed yet eerily prescient rock star, had to beat out two-time winner Paul Rudd among others.
Best Actress: Ellen Page, “Juno.” When we went to see this movie, I worried it would be too heavy-handed or just try too hard to be different. Instead, the film portrayed a touching story of family, connection and angst. Page led the way as her interactions with each of the other characters made you really understand what Juno was going through.
Best Actor: Jason Segal, “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” Three-time Brian winner Will Ferrell lurked in the wings with strong performances in “Semi-Pro” and “Step Brothers,” but he could not top Segal’s turn as the heartbroken Peter Bretter. A role which combines full frontal nudity and a rock opera about puppet vampires could not be overlooked.
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For so long, I took pride in the fact that I did not own an iPod. Didn’t need one, I told people.
I have a built-in prejudice against Apple and had plenty of other ways to get my music. I could resist assimilating.
Or so I thought. I finally gave in over the summer and bought one. I didn’t go whole hog and get one of the fancy schmancy ones, even though I really wanted to.
Since then, I have settled into a routine, using the player to entertain me during the day at work or substituting it for my satellite radio during my commute.
I’m not rich or anything. I’m just an entertainment snob. I feel less comfortable in silence.
Which is why I could not believe my eyes a week ago. I had plugged my iPod into my computer to charge and saw a very strange message.