Just finished watching 127 Hours. Danny Boyle unquestionably churns out a slick product: it was very handsome. I was, however, very annoyed by the lack of change in James Franco's facial hair over the course of the ordeal, and I thought he was implausibly energetic once he freed himself. A big fall and grave injury, just over five days with little water and food, and then a brutal amputation with a dull knife, and he's walking briskly? I know he was a fit young fellow, but come on.
I have seen four of the nominees for best picture, which is amazing (it's been years and years since I've seen even one). Maybe I'll even watch the Oscars tomorrow in celebration. I think I'll eschew Twitter just in case: it would be tragic to have the results spoiled for me the first time I've watched the Academy Awards in more than a decade.
P.S. I wonder what it would have been like watching 127 Hours not knowing at the outset how it ended.
P.P.S. Non sequitur: I just heard a fox scream.
P.P.P.S. Maybe I can work through The Social Network and Inception tonight and tomorrow and up my total to a stunning five. A fine goal.