The Hurt Locker, a film seen by very few people, did deservedly well at the Oscars last night. This simple fact made the werewolf sit on his haunches and allow for an uncharacteristicly long smile. Here is an excellent piece by Nile Gardiner at The Daily Telegraph that articulates the virtues of why this win is worthy.
It was during high school that the werewolf realized how fakakta the Academy really was when the vapidly pleasant Shakespeare in Love usurped the profound and epic Saving Private Ryan for best picture. He's been a raging skeptic ever since. He was glad that Avatar was rightfully overlooked, as it should have been. It is the small things that make us smile sometimes.
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