Sunday, February 24, 2008

2007: In film

In a nutshell, the films of 2007. Or most of it. 2007 was a great year at the movies, or in my case, it was a year at the bootleg stalls. You really think you can get these films anywhere else? I found it hard to keep up writing in my film blog because of the increasing frequency by which I purchase and watch the pirated DVD copies. I plan to write about my faves soon, since there are still a handful I haven't seen yet.

The Oscars will be tomorrow and since the previous week's slew of events did not permit me to write a decent entry about it much less have time to actually ponder on my bets (which I did last year), I want you to see this video clip made by one of the AwardsDaily forum members. Do click. If you've seen most of the 2007 offerings, you'll fell in love with the montage. Though it missed Control, a movie that will fall on my 2007 Top 5, the editing was great job.

(Oh fuck this. Been trying to embed the fucking thing for 30 mins. Please just click the poster.)




2 comments:

digitalburyong said...

What are your thoughts about the winners? I love the European galore in the acting prizes, though a bit surprised with the Cotillard win. Damn, I have to see Clayton for Swinton.

jayclops said...

Kung magka-time, I'll probly give my two-cent post-80th Oscar thoughts including the whole ceremonies. Day-Lewis and Bardem were locks for me. Cotillard, I expected to upset. It was tight between her and Christie, though. In there, was a Swinton upset because they (Academy) can't really make out between Cate-Dee-Ryan toss up. I think Swinton was great in Clayton, aside from George. Of the Oscar-nommed films, Diving Bell and The Savages I haven't seen yet. And of course, the foreign language ones, including Persepolis.

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