I was happy Hurt Locker got best picture and Bigelow got best director, and that both awards stuck it in the neck of that insufferable blowhard James Cameron and his tribe of computer animated alien hippies. The fact that he's her ex made it all the sweeter.
That the genius behind this under-appreciated gem walked away with a statue almost compensated for the gristly spectacle of Sandra Bullock, Best Actress.
Prowling the internets in the wake of this abortion of justice (worse than a miscarriage!) the general consensus seems to be that she deserves the award because she's so nice, and that the movie was so uplifting, and that anyway Meryl Streep already has too many awards.
Which put me in mind of the untranslatable Russian word Poshlost, (here described by Vladimir Nabokov). It's a fellow traveller of the American anti-intellectualism that's been rampantly ascendant for most of my adult life.
Maybe countries get the Best Actresses they deserve in the same way they get the government they deserve?
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