New Yorkers are so damn cute, what with their crappy weather and lack of decent grocery stores and genuine surprise that Dreamgirls got “shut out.” (Nevermind that nobody in L.A. thinks it was “shut out.” The only noms they were ever going to get were for the supporting categories. Duh.)
Here’s a little taste (from the NY Daily Intelligencer) of the breathless e-mail exchanges between New York film critic David Edelstein and Hollywood producer Lynda Obst about the Oscar nominations by e-mail each year.
Unbelievable! Incredible! Astonishing! The absolute shoo-in, Dreamgirls, has been dealt a devastating blow. Nothing for Best Picture, nothing for Best Director (Bill Condon) â€” not even that consolation nom, Adapted Screenplay! (The unkindest cut?) I thought Dreamgirls was thoroughly mediocre (with one song, “We Are Family,” among the most eardrum-lacerating things I’ve ever heard), but the dis is stunning. Did anyone see this coming?
Whew. Deep breath.
Either Edelstein is adorablely easy to astonish or he deserves an Oscar nom.