Friday, January 30, 2009

I had a chat with Anne Hathaway.

With the shock, surprise, disappointment, or the entire opposite of all three, of whatever it is that has been caused by the recent Oscar nominations announcement, way past everybody now (or at least to those who give a shit about it), with looking forward or not as the only thing that has been left to do, here's a piece from Newsweek which I thoroughly enjoyed. It came in late though with the noms already out.

Been following the Newsweek's Oscar Roundtable for three years, and I've gotta say this was much more fun and loose and informal. And fun. They changed the entire mechanics this year and I love the cameras hovering outside the circle. I love how the actors get to talk and ask each other a lot. Their questions and the depth of their answers really speak a lot about their dedication to their craft and all that talk of creative process somehow speaks of the level of artistry and appreciation. Tell it to our actors, uh, stars, here and see if we score a grain of salt.


This year's line-up: Mickey Rourke, Brad Pitt, Frank Langella, Sally Hawkins, Anne Hathaway and Robert Downey Jr.

Also, here are video clips of interviews of critics David Denby from The New Yorker and A.O. Scott of The New York Times and their thoughts on the nominations.

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