Flight of the Conchords & Giving Up The Ghost Get The Trifecta Bump

Welcome to another Trifecta musical update. It’s time to break out the booty wax, its Wednesday night.

The new Conchords album hit the street this week and I’ve listened to it quite a few times since I downloaded it from itunes at 11:01 pm central time Monday night. Despite being a “new” album, there are no new songs to be heard here, instead there are nice studio versions of the songs we die hard Conchords fans have come to know and love. About half of the songs on the album won’t sound too different at all from their HBO show counterparts, but the other half sound significantly better with Inner City Pressure, Robots, Most Beautiful Girl in the Room and Bowie leading the pack. And let me tell you, Motha’uckas brings the funk like never before. This is without a doubt the definitive Flight of the Conchords audio collection to date, and I’ll enjoy it immensely, but I’m about ready for some new material from my favorite New Zealand two man novelty band. You can listen to the album in its entirety here. Apparently there’s a new season of the HBO show coming in January 2009, not too far away.

You may or may not have heard of my new favorite old soul singer / song writer but I’m here to let you know that his newest album, Giving up the Ghost, certainly deserves your attention. On October 2nd 2007 I attended a Phil Lesh & Friends show expecting to see Warren Haynes or Jimmy Herring on the right of Phil but was instead surprised to see a very young, but clearly talented musician sitting in with the older crew. About 30 minutes into the show I had made up my mind that this was Phil Lesh’s teenage son, and decided to voice my opinion but was quickly corrected by the hippy to my left who informed us that this was the one and only Jackie Greene. He has toured with the likes of B.B. King, Huey Lewis, Susan Tedeschi, Buddy Guy, and is now a permanent touring member of Phil Lesh and Friends, and get this, he’s only 27 years old. The concert left Jackie’s song Gone Wanderin’ embedded in my head on repeat so I bought his album The Dig Years, a collection of his best from 2001 to 2005. While the Dig Years is a little too country for me to give the ubiquitous Trifecta stamp to, his newest studio effort should be greatly enjoyed by all The Trifecta faithful. Jackie certainly has a sound all his own, singing with grit and grunge that I would expect from a man twice his age. Giving up the Ghost infuses jazz, blues, rock and country into an album that sounds familiar yet fresh at the same time. For all you out there who respond to the question “What kind of music do you listen to?” with the stock answer of “Everything but country,” Jackie Greene might make you think twice before you pull out that crap again. You can listen to some tracks on Jackie’s website here. Enjoy the tunes.

- Rich

I Hope No One Thought 88 Minutes was Gonna be Good… But Atleast Uwe Boll Didn’t Direct It

I hope no one thought 88 Minutes was gonna be good. Unlike previously horribly shitty movies whoever made this 88 minute film made the mistake of screening it for critics. On Metacritic, a summation of every respected critic all over the country, you’ll see a 12 next to the name 88 Minutes followed by the quote “Extreme dislike or disgust.” This weekend will truly be a test to see how much of a baller Al Pacino is. How many people out there would like to see the worst movie Al Pacino has ever made? He is Al Pacino; we’ll find out on Sunday night. With the internet bringing reviews of movies to Yahoo and Google home pages, highlighting monumentally bad ones, Sony might have missed out on the wily move of not allowing any critics to see it. You may or may not be aware of this move that studios make every now and again. If they know that the movie they’re putting out will be completely panned by critics, they simply don’t screen it for them. Some movies you might remember seeing trailers for but not actually seeing that have utilized this tactic in the past are Ultraviolet, Date Movie, Larry the Cable Guy: Health Inspector, and the infamous Uwe Boll’s Bloodrayne. My guess is Sony might have made more chedder had they added 88 minutes to that proud list of fine films, and lord knows they need it with the Wii kicking ass and taking names. This guy Uwe Boll actually has quite a funny little story going on right now.

Uwe Boll is the director of a bunch of infamously bad films that include such gems as BloodRayne, In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege Tale, House of the Dead, Alone in the Dark, and last but not least BloodRayne II: Deliverance. A few months back there was an online petition that stated:

“We, the undersigned, respectfully ask that Uwe Boll give proper weight to the wishes of the video game community, the horror community, and the film going community in general and stop directing, producing, or taking any part in the creation of feature films. His distasteful handling of the subject matter and lack of acknowledgement of his failures simply cannot be abided any longer.

Mr. Boll has repeatedly shown a complete lack of comprehension regarding the videogames he has dragged, kicking and screaming, to the silver screen and his ham-fisted approach to horror has soiled future possibilities for anyone else who may attempt to bring videogames to film.

“Sincerely the Undersigned”

This petition has over two hundred thousand signatures and has been growing daily. Taking this as a serious personal attack good old Boll posted this video of himself on the internet.

And then this equally ridiculous one…

And then this completely over the top unbelievably ridiculous one, talking about taking a shit at Starbucks…

To date the Long Live Uwe Boll petition has 4,402 signatures. That’s 0.022 % of the people who signed the original petition. Uwe has said that with 1 million signatures he will quite the film business forever, so, similarly to the upcoming presidential election, I urge you all to do your part and vote!

- Rich

The Most HD Channels

You’ve all seen them. The outrageous claims. The random AD character sightings (“I’ve used one word to describe myself” and “You stole his eyebrows? They make me look dressier” will be the chosen quotes to describe them.) It all boils down to one common theme: “we have the most HD channels.” But who’s telling the truth? The blond guy, a modern day commercial luminary at a fake news desk? Wayne Jarvis and Stan Sitwell? Or a chick with bug eyes and a 60 second timer in the bottom corner of the screen?

What I’m about to tell you is very important. HD only matters for sports games, nature shows, and movies. I’ll be generous and say thats 25 HD channels that are useful. Just think about the rest of the hundreds of channels on your TV and what they show during the day, and how useless it would be in HD. Thats the most ridiculous part of this escalating ad war. Someone says they have 100 HD channels, then someone else says they have twice that amount as that guy, then this chick says she has 60 seconds to warn me about one of the other two. Where is that chick from anyway, dish network or something? If you think I don’t change the channel for a full minute whenever I see that commercial come on, you’re kidding yourself.

While the battle of who can claim to have the most HD channels rages on, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention another commercial regarding HD TV. In my opinion its one of the most counterintuitive commercials I’ve ever seen. The commercial says this: “If you buy an HD Television, you won’t get HD programming unless you have an HD cable box.” Considering you are currently logged on to the internet and reading this blog, you most likely already know this. Considering that someone ran that ad, I’m sure there are people who had no clue. In fact, the cable company that ran the ad isn’t even important. The question is why. Here is the message you just gave potential HD TV buyers: “That huge flat screen that you already barely can afford is just the beginning of your expenses when switching to HD TV! You will also have to switch cable boxes, which will certainly involve calling the cable company AND waiting for a technician to come out (I wouldn’t even wish that on Jeremy Shockey) while also paying more per month for cable service.” How is this not guaranteed to sell less HD TVs? If you already know, the commercial is insulting to your intelligence. And if you didn’t, now you know. Why not wait until someone has bought the TV, plugged it in, wondered why they weren’t getting HD channels, and called up the company hoping they can fix it? They could even charge five times as much for an HD cable upgrade and it would still look dirt cheap next to the price of the TV itself. When people hear things they already know, they tune out. Here are two things I already know: 1. You need an HD cable box to get HD channels. 2. Everyone thinks they have the most HD channels. So much for that commercial.

At the current rate, DirecTV will strike a huge blow to the industry in a year or two, locking up Nick Gas HD to be its 350th HD channel. A few short years later the FIOS network will be available in enough homes, internet video will be good enough, and the years of the worst customer service since the days of the infamous Muffin Man will all combine to make the cable companies the new radio stations – enjoyed by some, but only when that person can’t currently enjoy one of their many other much better options.

But, as tempting as it is to look to the future of the quickly improving TV industry, we still have a key issue at hand. WHO HAS THE MOST HD CHANNELS?!!?? Instead of both Comcast and DirecTV continuing to run ads during every single commercial break, I will instead solve this problem right now. Someone with DirecTV, hit that guide button and see how many HD channels you get. Someone with Comcast do it too. If you have some other shit, like Time Warner or Cablevision, get on it. I will list the results while taking full credit for all work done. And remember, the next time you turn on ESPN2HD for a champions league game, only to see the game in regular definition, even though you KNOW its being broadcast in HD in England, just remind yourself that somewhere, someone is enjoying some H&GTV HD that Comcast just had to have to stay competitive.

- Warsh

The Best Movies You’ve Never Seen Part IV: Sunshine

The most recent entry into TBMYNS is somewhat of an enigma to me. This movie is a recent release with a major director and cast, yet it seems that nobody saw it. And wow, that’s a mistake. It seems that together director Danny Boyle and writer Alex Garland are slowly working through the genres, doing one picture in each of drama (The Beach), horror (28 Days Later) and finally sci-fi with the stellar (pun intended) Sunshine.

Sunshine is a movie with a simple premise, stated in the opening voiceover of the movie. “Our sun is dying. Mankind faces extinction. Seven years ago the Icarus project sent a mission to restart the sun but that mission was lost before it reached the star. Sixteen months ago, I, Robert Capa, and a crew of seven left earth frozen in a solar winter. Our payload, a stellar bomb with a mass equivalent to Manhattan Island. Our purpose, to create a star within a star. Eight astronauts strapped to the back of a bomb. My bomb. Welcome to the Icarus Two.” And it only gets better from there.

Sunshine is a movie that grabs hold and doesn’t let go. What begins as a tense interpersonal drama evolves into something much more frightening as the film progresses. The events on board the ship are so engrossing that it is easy to forget the fate of the world hangs in the balance of their mission, no easy task. I went into Sunshine with very little conception of what I was seeing, and I was supremely impressed by the twists and turns that the story takes. Sunshine is definitely a sci-fi film, but it crosses into other genres so effortlessly that it is astounding.

Part of what makes Sunshine so great is the cast. Leading the way is none other than the scarecrow himself, Cillian Murphy. Murphy plays Robert Capa, the physicist and man in charge of the biggest bomb ever created. This is ultimately his movie, but there are strong supporting performances by Chris Evans, Rose Byrne, Cliff Curtis and Troy Garity. Evans plays as a foil to Murphy, and the two begin as enemies stuck together on board the same ship. Byrne serves as the love interest, while Curtis is engrossing as the ship’s psychiatrist who is obsessed with looking into the sun from the ship’s observation deck. Garrity plays the second in command, and he is deeply flawed and human, often acting out of selfish impulses rather than for the good of the mission.

All in all, Sunshine is a movie that should not be missed. This tension filled thrill ride has no lulls and its unflinching look at the flawed personalities of the crew will draw in even the staunchest opponents of sci-fi. Unless you are a movie buff living in NY or LA, you missed this movie in theaters, so go out and rent it now.

- Meller

The Best Movies You’ve Never Seen Part III: Get Carter (No, The Other One)

Trifecta readers – I know that I have been absent for quite some time, rendering this feature all but forgotten. My bad. If you cared. I was cranking out and polishing my first screenplay, Leopard, so at least there was a reason. Now all I have to do is sell the damn thing (Does anyone know an agent they wanna refer me to? Anyone? Please?). Now that it is done, I am proud to bring you volume three of the best movies you’ve never seen: Get Carter.

I’ve always said, and the majority of the world seems to agree with me, that remakes pretty much suck. They tend to take a few plot points from the original and redress them up in shittier settings, try to darken the tone, and toss in a few “Big Name” actors. However, when the original is darker than hell and stars one of the biggest names of the time, why the fuck would anyone ever try to remake it? I can’t claim to understand it, but nonetheless, in 2000 they remade one of the best revenge movies of all time, Get Carter.

The good version of Get Carter was released in 1971. Michael Caine stars as Jack Carter, a London gangster who must return home to Newcastle following the death of his brother. Obviously, it all goes to hell from there as Carter sets out on a bloody revenge kick to punish anyone and everyone responsible for his brother’s death.

Before Michael Caine started filling the niche market of stereotypical English servant, people thought his full name was Michael Fucking Caine because in every movie he seemed to be either boning or killing everyone in sight. Get Carter is no exception to this trend as he does plenty of both in the movie. At one point, two villains make the mistake of interrupting Carter mid-bone and he fends them off with a shotgun while still completely naked. They can’t decide which they’re more afraid of, the gun…or well, “the gun”. And that’s about as polite as Carter gets. He kills just about everyone in the entirety of Newcastle, regardless of reason. And he doesn’t let anyone hide behind that bullshit excuse of being a woman either, especially when he forces his brother’s ex-girlfriend to strip naked before giving her a fatal dose of heroin and framing a local mob boss for her murder.

Mike Hodges directed and wrote the screenplay based on Ted Lewis’s novel Jack’s Return Home, which also spawned a blaxploitation feature less than a year after Get Carter. He does a superb job, filming his first of what will be many London gangster movies. Caine is fan-fucking-tastic, of course, as the titular Carter. Hell, people in 1971 London were crying for the movie and Caine to be banned due to the “soulless and nastily erotic…virtuoso viciousness” of the film. It’s that bad-ass. Go see it now.

- Meller

Breaking Bad & Lost Come to an End & Bravo Pulls Some Bullshit on Top Chef

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Hello Trifecta readers. We’ve just recently passed the 6,000 hit mark, which may not seem like a lot when compared to the one million hits a week that Stuff White People Like has been receiving recently, but I’m happy to take baby steps. I hope some have started to think of The Trifecta as a place they can come for interesting content from a plethora of amateur, yet talented writers on a variety of topics. I ask that if an article peaks your interest or tickles your fancy in just the right way that you share it with others who you think would also enjoy. I couldn’t be happier with the content generated by guest writers in the past couple months and you can expect a whole lot more coming up including the possible addition of the first female contributor. My newest Rick’s Rants for Movieweb covers Breaking Bad, Lost, and the newest season of Top Chef, so be sure to check it out: Rick’s Rants: Quips on Television’s Finest.

- Rich

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The Best Movies You’ve Never Seen Part II: The Long Goodbye

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If you’ve gone to college, you’ve undoubtedly watched and loved The Big Lebowski. It’s likely that you’ve thought to yourself, “Cool! White Russians!” Maybe you were impressed by the humor, maybe it was Sam Elliot’s slick western narration, or maybe you’re just a stoner who likes seeing other stoners on screen. It’s doubtful you appreciated the classic film noir elements present, the way its story is similar to classics such as The Maltese Falcon or Double Indemnity, but they are there nonetheless. It’s an updated take on noir, no doubt, moving the detective from the 1940’s to the early 90’s, and it is in this respect that Lebowski owes a huge debt to one of the best movies you’ve never seen: The Long Goodbye.

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Directed by Robert Altman, The Long Goodbye follows the classic detective Phillip Marlowe (Played by Elliot Gould here, and once played by Bogart in 1946’s The Big Sleep) in a twisting story kicked off by Marlowe’s desire to clear his friends name after he is accused of murder. The story is adapted from Raymond Chandler’s novel also titled The Long Goodye, but the movie takes some liberties with the story that really set it apart. Like Lebowski, The Long Goodbye is set in the time of the film’s production, in this case the early 1970’s.

I don’t want to go into the plot here, since that’s most of the draw of a detective movie, but suffice it to say that it twists and turns with the best of them. The acting is also excellent. Gould does an exceptional job of playing Marlowe, the quintessentially smart-mouthed detective. He gives shit to everyone and takes a fair share in return, yet there’s something so Lebowski about him. His place is a shithole, he has virtually no personal life, and his one friend even calls him “a born loser.” It’s really incredible to watch. The movie features noir veteran Sterling Hayden as a drunken old author who’s absolutely menacing to watch as he goes into his tantrums. Making a small cameo as a jacked-as-hell bodyguard is the governator himself, Arnold Schwarzenegger. The Long Goodbye also features Mark Rydell as the Jewish gangster Marty Augustine. His act of intentionally deforming his girlfriend’s face has subsequently appeared in many movies since.

But it’s the setting that’s really the star in the Long Goodbye. 1970’s LA is a strange land as we learn. Marlowe’s neighbors are a group of female nudists (nice) and they sit in a circle on the deck all day chanting. When someone asks what they’re doing Marlowe tells them “It’s something called yoga.” There is a mental hospital run by a short, creepy and threatening man. It has to be seen to be believed. Despite the fact that I liked the additions made to the movie from the book purists hated the idea of changing the story so much. But fuck them, they’re wrong. This movie rules. Go watch it now. Besides, how can a movie be not kick ass if its tagline is “Nothing says goodbye like a bullet.”

- Meller

It’s a Very Musical Monday: Sticks & Stones, Warpaint and a Conchords Update!

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If you read the title of this article you’ll notice that it rhymes; that’s because it’s a musical update Snucka! Today I’ll be discussing three albums which should all be on your radar. Let’s jump right in.

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Sticks & Stones is the latest studio effort from the five headed jam band behemoth moe. Their previous two albums Wormwood and The Conch are both in my personal top 20 favorite studio albums of all time. Both Wormwood and The Conch used a combination of live jams with studio overlays to really capture the live aspect of moe, while maintaining the high quality audio expected from a studio album. While I can certainly wholeheartedly recommend both of these albums to jam band familiars it wasn’t until this latest album that I could recommend one of their records to the masses. Unlike previous moe efforts Sticks & Stones consists of new songs that have never been played live and don’t have lengthy jam sessions embedded within them. The result is a mellow, yet powerful CD that can be enjoyed by a larger spectrum of people with various musical tastes. You can listen to a couple tracks off the album for free at www.moe.org just to get a taste.

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After some break ups, some solo projects and a reunion tour, The Black Crowes are releasing their first studio album in 7 years. Warpaint is being released tomorrow, March 4th, and even as I write this my body is tingling with excitement. Poor Chris Robinson (lead singer of The Black Crowes) has been dumped by his former movie star wife Kate Hudson (I still think of her as Penny Lane from Almost Famous) for Owen Wilson. I definitely get it; Owens got washboard abs, hilarity and is an extremely fine actor, but come on. Chris Robinson is a rock legend, and I always thought that was the sweetest part about Kate Hudson; she digs music. Now she’s just a member of another standard Hollywood couple who will have ridiculously good looking children. Weak sauce. Thankfully Chris and Kate managed to have a child together who will no doubt be good looking and talented. Anyway… back to the album. I haven’t heard more than 2 songs so I can’t actually review the album, although apparently some douche-bag from a much more reputable news source than The Trifecta (cough… cough… Maxim) did exactly that. Said douche has since apologized but apparently the Crowes rejected his apology, which I think is an appropriate response. We can all make up our own minds when we listen to the entire album tomorrow Maxim. If you love rock and roll I’d suggest giving these boys a chance, because no one rocks it quite like The Black Crowes do.

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It’s been a while since we’ve had a Conchords update but now that there’s some concrete info to report, Rich Siegel: Media Man is on it. Their EP, The Distant Future, has won the Grammy for best comedy album of the year and their full length studio album is being released in the states on April 22nd (the album cover is pictured above). As for a second helping of the HBO show there have apparently been some delays reportedly due to the writers’ strike, although I have an inkling that is just a convenient cover up to the real problem which is that the Conchords have to write all new songs for the new season. They used up their entire back catalog that took them years to write for season 1. Either way, HBO says we can expect a new season in the beginning of 2009, so keep your fingers crossed Conchords fans.

- Rich

The Best Movies You’ve Never Seen Part I: The Proposition

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Chances are that the name John Hillcoat doesn’t mean anything to you. You’ve never heard it, but you should have. Hillcoat is the man tapped to direct the adaptation of ‘finally getting the damned recognition he deserves author’ Cormac McCarthy’s 2006 novel, The Road, a book that despite being a post-apocalyptic tale, was selected for Oprah’s Book Club. Now, my problem with that book club aside (I fucking loved it when Jonathan Franzen told Oprah that there was no way in hell she could put his book in that club), The Road is pure McCarthy, bleak, dark, yet beautiful. Thanks to the success of the 2007’s best movie, No Country for Old Men, McCarthy’s works are hot. And if he’s so sought after, you ask, why give this movie to John Hillcoat? Who the fuck is he?

The answer to this question leads me to one of the better movies that no one has seen: The Proposition. In 2005, Hillcoat teamed with writer Nick Cave (as in Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds) to create this absolutely perfect Australian western set in the late 1800’s. The story follows a very simple premise: Outlaw Charlie Burns (Guy Pearce – Memento, LA Confidential) is given the titular proposition by Captain Stanley (Ray Winstone – Beowulf, The Departed) – He can save his simple, damaged brother Mikey’s life by killing the worst of the family Arthur Burns (Danny Huston – Children of Men, The Aviator).

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The performances by the three main players are absolutely stellar. Pearce is a likeable, principled villain. He has no qualms about murder, but he’s not a psychopath in any way. Winstone’s Captain Stanley is a simple man with his one desire to “civilize this place.” He recognizes that Arthur must be stopped, even if it means letting the others go. Huston menacingly steals his scenes as Arthur. He goes from torturing, murdering and raping a family to quoting poetry and talking about the beauty of the Outback. In addition to these three, Emily Watson, David Wenham and John Hurt manage to put in very enjoyable smaller performances. Nick Cave, of course, does a great job composing an emotional and haunting score.

The movie flies along headfirst towards its conclusion, never giving the audience a chance to catch their breath. The action is harsh and brutal; it dares you to keep watching, and the payoff is huge. The Proposition is a movie that will stay with you for days, and even two years after first watching the movie; there are still scenes I cannot forget. The Proposition is a movie that doesn’t leave you with a feeling of plot resolution, instead instilling in the viewers a feeling that may very well render them speechless for a few minutes, much in the way that No Country for Old Men does. That ability of Hillcoat’s, to render an emotional and heartfelt ending after a bleak and violent film, is why he is perfect to helm the adaptation of The Road.

- Meller

Rick’s Take on the Oscars: Tilda Swinton is Money in the Bank

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I figured I’d do a quick Oscar run down since some pretty serious upsets went down last night despite the big ones (Movie, Director, Actor) going as planned. I think it’s safe to say now that the general consensus of the academy is that No Country for Old Men was the movie of the year, taking home statues for Supporting Actor (my boy Javier pictured below enjoying the festivites), Adapted Script, Direction and Movie of the Year. The Coen brothers each took home 3 Oscars last night, although they could have won a record breaking fourth in one year. Apparently the Oscar nominated editor of No Country named Roderick Jaynes in the credits is simply an alias for said brothers. The Coen boys have had a wonderful career of interesting movies with The Big Lebowski, O Brother Where Art Thou? and their latest masterpiece, No Country for Old Men, topping my list of favorites. Congrats bros. I’m glad There Will be Blood didn’t rob you of your year.

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I really loved last night’s upsets. Julie Christie was thought to be a lock by most for her portrayal of a woman succumbing to Alzheimer’s in the beautiful and heartbreaking Away From Her. I couldn’t have been happier to see the coveted statue handed over to Marion Cotillard for her portrayal of Edith Piaf through all stages of her life in La Vie en Rose. This little seen movie will now have its DVD stamped with the approval of the academy’s two Oscars and therefore will be viewed by the masses. This little known actress, who I have loved since her role as the comforting wife to a heartbroken man losing his father in Big Fish, will find her career blossoming in ways she couldn’t have imagined. Most notably her paycheck will quintuple for her next movie and the trailer will don her as ‘Academy Award Winner Marion Cotillard.’

I don’t know if I could really call this an upset, but I certainly expected one of the tunes from Enchanted to win for best song despite the performances really sucking it up at the Oscars. Not only was the performance of ‘Falling Slowly’ from the perfect little indie Once quite magical last night, but they also handed the stars of the film the Oscar for their song. If you haven’t seen Once yet, be sure to rent it. It’s short, original and has some songs that will stay with you long after the credits roll.

And now for the best upset of the evening: Tilda Swinton! I’ve always had a lot of respect for this fascinating actress. She’s had lots of small roles that have really stuck with me in some of my top tier films. Tilda doesn’t appear in Vanilla Sky until 2 hours in, yet her 5 minute monologue is a scene that has always struck me as one of my favorites: “The Lucid Dream is worth the risk. And what is any life if not the pursuit of a dream? The dream of peace, the dream of achievement, the dream of hearing someone say these words when they really, truly mean them. I love you David. Te quiero. Roam free David. Most of us live our whole lives without any real adventure to call our own. It’s hard to comprehend, but they laughed at Jules Verne too.” I loved her business exec in Adaptation, her struggling mother in Thumbsucker, and her conflicted litigator in Michael Clayton was certainly Oscar worthy. To top it all off she turned her thank you speech into a joke about George Clooney. He’s got serious dedication to his art (because he keeps that Batman suit with the pointy nipples on all the time, both on screen and off). Hopefully we’ll get to see more Tilda Swinton now, perhaps in some starring roles.

- Rich