So y'all read how much we hated Foxcatcher. I know it's got a couple Oscar nominations, but these days, I don't base anything off Oscar noms. There's a blatant formula to get a movie nominated, actor nominated and an actress nominated. I don't even like the movies up for best pictures, except the Grand Budapest Hotel. It's quirky, somewhat lighthearted, and different than the others. I watched it a few months ago and didn't even have Oscar on the brain.
That got me thinking about the "classic" movies I enjoy watching. TCM has kicked off its 31 days of Oscar, and I'll have my DVR fired up during this month. Already they had the Lion in Winter with Peter O'Toole and Katherine Hepburn. The supporting cast is great, but the stars are heavyweights of the cinema. They steal every scene they're in, and when they're together in a scene, bam!
Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday were movie days, if y'all can't tell. I stayed in Thursday through Saturday to relax after the move and to be with Allie as she adjusted. When a 7-lb cat holds you hostage on the sofa, you stay put. Saturday I went with one of my favorite classic movies, Father Goose, starring Cary Grant and Leslie Caron. If y'all haven't seen this movie, I highly, highly recommend it. Cary Grant even stated his character in that movie was the closet to his own personality. It was won the Oscar for best screenplay.
From Amazon: Cary Grant stars in one of his funniest roles as a boozy beachcomber sitting out WWII in peace until the Allies recruit him to be a lookout on the South Pacific isle. During an enemy attack, he answers a distress call and discovers a beautiful French schoolmarm (Leslie Caron) and her seven girl students. And so begins a hilarious battle of the sexes between the messy American, the prim mademoiselle and seven mischievous little girls.
It makes me wonder when Oscars become so depressing.