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Probe Movie Review by Alice Higgins
Professor of Wymyn's Studies University of Toronto
Oscar Watch 2002
For some reason, I feel compelled to offer my predictions for the
upcoming phallus-fest that the Academy Awards show always seems to turn into.
Best Actor: Will Smith, Ali
I'm at a loss to really care who wins this award. After all, Hollywood
will, as usual, simply award the actor with the biggest penis. Russell
Crowe won last year for substituting a sword for his sword, but this year
he tries to make us think that a man can be smart. I'm not buying it. Sean
Penn has been waving his Madonna-scented phallus around for years, and I
have to assume that everybody else is as sick of it as I am. Tom
Wilkinson's performance in In the Bedroom was a tour-de-force of quiet
dignity that cannot be ignored -– however since his character rarely stood
up to his overbearing wife, the voters will declare him pussy-whipped. The
real cockfight here is between Denzel Washington and Smith, both
violent performances like Crowe in Gladiator. Since Smith uses his
fists instead of a gun, I predict that the Academy will reward the
physical embodiment of a penis over the mechanical.
Best Actress: Halle Berry, Monsters Ball
Of course, as usual, here is your stereotypical girl's club. Instead of
strong wymyn, they've chosen to nominate a whore (Kidman), a slut
(Zellweger), a poor woman (Berry), a bitch (Spacek) and a gifted writer
dying of a terminal disease (Dench). Dench is out -– Hollywood hates a
strong woman. Zellweger's character is strong as well, but since her
battles are mainly about finding a (ugh) man, I can't go that route. Spacek's
too old, so the penis-machine will never recognize her. This means it's a
toss up between Kidman and Berry. They'll give it to Berry for showing her
breasts. Again.
Best Supporting Actor: Ian McKellen, Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
More men. Let's see what we have here. Ben Kingsley as a
psychotic man (aren't they all?) may hit too close to home to the
Hollywood cock brigade. Jon Voight's toupee did more acting than he did,
so he's out. Jim Broadbent gave the performance of a lifetime, but since
the penis parade has never heard of him, he's out, too. That leaves another
phallic contest between Ethan Hawke's gun and Ian McKellen's enormous
staff. Edge to McKellen for two reasons -– his staff (read penis) is huge,
and there's not enough cocaine in Hollywood to get anyone to seriously
vote for Hawke.
Best Supporting Actress: Kate Winslet, Iris
Maggie Smith was an old bitch in Gosford Park, and that's how Hollywood loves to
portray us. Nevertheless she's out, as she might seem too strong. Helen Mirren is too
English, and Marisa Tomei too annoying, to garner any real votes. Jennifer
Connelly didn't so much act as poke out her firm, voluptuous bosom a lot, so she might
have a shot, albeit a longshot. They'll give it to Winslet for showing her
breasts. Again.
Best Picture: Lord Of The Rings: Fellowship of the Ring
Gosford Park features an enormous cast of strong-willed wymyn, so it's
out. In the Bedroom features a strong womyn, so it's out, as is A
Beautiful Mind. Moulin Rouge's strong womyn is a whore, and she dies, so
it could upset, but watch for Lord of the Ring's constant cockfighting to take the
prize hands down. The only female characters, while strong, are mythical
creatures. That's right…once again, Hollywood wants to tell us that a
smart, strong womyn is a figment of our imagination! There's a reason why
the Oscar is shaped like a disgusting naked man, you know. Hollywood once
again lets us down.
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