Sunday night’s Academy Award ceremony was, as far as I’m concerned, just one more step on the road to ruin that all showbiz award shows now are skidding along on.
Any number of websites – including this one – can name the winners and losers in most categories, including Asshole Actor of the Year Will Smith, so all I’m going to do now is list the screenplay winners and nominees.
Yeppers, kids, since the dawn of commercial TV, all the way back in the late 1940s, there have been two major reasons people have pulled up stakes, abandoned their loved ones, and flocked to New York and Hollywood and London et al to give everything they’ve got, mentally, spiritually, and physically in exchange television careers.
Money, of course, is one.
And the other is this:
My hat is off to Dylan James Quarles of good ole Port Townsend, one of the winners of BestIndieBookAward.Com’s 2021 “BIBA” for his novel There Be Monsters.
It’s science fiction! It’s Fantasy! It’s so good that not only has it received this award, it’s also gotten four and a half stars on Good Reads!
Y’know, sometimes I think Port Townsend is magic. A combination of Shangri La and Brigadoon. Cool things like this are always happening.
UPDATE FROM LB: I just realized that the original list of nominees is incomplete. The Hollywood Reporter listed the screenplays but, in their never-ending mistreatment of writers, not the writers themselves.
So, with help from Deadline.Com, here are the people who went through all the mishigas writers go through working their butts off and getting the screen credit for their sensational work:
Writing (Adapted Screenplay)
No, dammit. Just no.
The phrase isn’t “baited breath,” as in fishing, it’s “bated breath,” as in abated, as in holding one’s breath!