2008: All but one of my Oscar predictions was correct.
2009: All but one of my Oscar predictions was correct.
2010: Every single one of my Oscar predictions was correct.
2011: We’ll know by this time next week.
I’m not saying I have mystical powers… but I’m not not saying it either.
Amazingly, this week’s Popbitch email includes something that isn’t just nicked from a month-old Holy Moly mailout.
Even more astonishing is that it expresses a sentiment I completely agree with.
The Gaga hype was boring a year ago, now it’s just annoying. Dressing in meat isn’t ground-breaking. Putting horns on your face isn’t edgy. Boasting about drug use isn’t a good idea (especially when your fans are kids). Stealing songs from Madonna is really, really thick – have you seen the binman arms on that woman? She will Fuck. You. Up.
Gaga is a parasitical monster who relies almost entirely on calculated shock value and aligning herself with the marginalised and misunderstood who she then gleefully manipulates.
Since Jurassic Park proved that computer-generated imagery doesn’t have to look like something knocked up by a madman using just a ruler and a marker pen, producers, directors, and movie industry commentators have been talking up the threat of a CGI invasion.
Of course, that hasn’t come to pass – but since Tron Legacy where a 30-year-old Jeff Bridges appeared alongside the real 60-year-old version – the possibility has become a favourite topic of conversation again.