Ah, the SAG Awards- that pointless precursor to the Oscars we all know and don't care about. I have always hoped that one year the good people of SAG would genuinely surprise us and come up with interesting nominations that really demonstrated their interest as film as an art form rather than just a product.
But hey, I'm just a big romantic.
The nominees and winners this year were predictable- Crash won for best performance by a cast in a motion picture, Philip Seymour Hoffman won Outstanding Male Actor for his work in Capote. Reese Witherspoon nabbed the Outstanding Female Actor for Walk the Line. Paul Giamatti and Rachel Weisz won for their supporting roles in Cinderella Man and The Constant Gardener, respectively...
Oh, I'm sorry, what were you saying? I wasn't listening, I was watching paint dry.
Sorry to be snippy, but the same movies being nominated over and over again is getting a little old. Where was The Squid and the Whale? Where was Thumbsucker? Heck, where was Batman Begins? It's not that I didn't like the films that were nominated (I was especially fond of David Strathairn and Philip Seymour Hoffman, as well as Amy Adams in Junebug, who was nominated for Outstanding Female Actor in a Supporting Role. The movies chosen were of quality. But the same "good" actors are being chosen every time, and are we really supposed to believe that these few films were the only ones with quality performances?
One slightly surprising development was the fact that Brokeback Mountain didn't win anything- nothing. Zilch. Nada. What happened, you may ask yourself. Did the Bush administration bribe SAG to keep the unholy film out of the limelight? Did the 120,000 cast members of Crash gang up and form some sort of SAG Tammany Hall using blackmail and kick-backs? Seems unlikely, but actors take these things very seriously. And I hear Sandra Bullock's handy with a baseball bat.
Tomorrow: Oscar nominations. Plus: My review of Junebug.
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