In the past 24 hours I've caught up with The Artist and Drive - both entertaining movies and sorta fascinating in their own ways - but now I'm especially confused by all the praise and awards being showered on The Artist.
I mean, I was impressed by it, for what it was - I haven't sat in a theater and watched a feature-length silent movie since film school, I assume most people nowadays have never done it in their entire lives - so it's great that someone can make that kind of movie and find an audience. But Best Picture? Really? I'm just not feelin' it, even though all the indicators say it's gonna win.
I have yet to see War Horse or Hugo, but have seen the rest of the Best Picture nominees, and I still go with The Help, both as my own vote and my bet on the actual winner.
That being said, if it's not The Help, then I bet The Artist gets it. We already have precedent with the Shakespeare In Love surprise upset over Saving Private Ryan - another case of Let's Be Nostalgic About the Rich And Colorful History of Show Business snatching the Oscar out from under Let's Think Seriously For Two Hours About An Important Thing.