Don't worry about the script.

Thank God Little Miss Sunshine didn't win Best Picture. It was the only one of the nominated movies that I have seen, and I loved it. However, it had these flaws that just killed me. Script flaws. Story flaws. Serious script story flaws. And it won for Original Screenplay which is a complete traveshamockery! You might say that I'm being picky with my criticisms here, but this is the Oscars! It's supposed to be the best of the best, and if some hack wannabe writer in Carmel, Indiana can spot giant blemishes in a script then certainly the Academy should as well.

Huge Flaw #1:
At a gas station in the middle of nowhere, Frank (Steve Carell) bumps into his ex-lover and his rival. This bothered the hell out of me. Coincidence as a drving force in a script is weak writing. I read recently on a site that agrees with me that this moment brought new meaning to the term Convenience Store. Terrible, horrible B-movie stuff there, and this moment alone should have knocked this movie out of the running for any screenwriting awards.


I needed one of these after that scene.

Semi-Huge flaw #2:
Olive (Abigail Breslin) is giving her brother Dwayne (Paul Dano) an eye test in the car and he discovers that he's color blind and won't be able to fly in the Air Force which is all he lives for. More crap. When I first saw this moment, I thought it was going to be a joke. Who finds out they're color blind when they're 17? Don't they test for that in school anymore? I remember taking this test many times before highschool. Whatever, it doesn't matter anyways because the previous flaw was so huge that the integrity of the script was already ruined.


Can you spot the sailboat?

Don't get me wrong. I loved this movie. The fact that I thoroughly enjoyed it despite these problems is a testament to how entertaining it is. Yet, the fact that it was nominated for Best Picture and won Best Original Screenplay is a testament to how poor movies are lately.

I don't even care about movies that much lately. I'm much more interested in my sit-ups. I've taken my addiction to sit-ups too far and hurt myself. I pulled something somewhere. I was only doing about 300 crunches-a-day. What's the problem with that? Well, now I've got pain in my lower right abdomen, so I've got to chill out for a little while. I still did 40 this morning, though.

Maybe my ab pain is why I'm so cranky about the Oscars. Maybe I'm sexually frustrated. Well, I'm definitely sexually frustrated, but I really don't think I'm that cranky about anything really. I am without worry. I read On The Road by Jack Keroac recently and there is this great passage about people worrying that highly effected me. Mainly, the idea that people who worry realize that they worry and that worries them, too! So, I have cut worrying out of my diet. I'm still aware that things need to be accomplished, but now I just do them without the worry.

I have no woman in my life. No worries, I'll just take the steps to help change this. I'll keep in better contact with the girls I know, I'll work to meet more women, and I'll stay healthy.

I have no career. No worries, I'll just continue to create daily, and allow opportunities to present themselves.

I'm stuck in the writing of the third episode of Highly Effective Device. No worries, I'll just steal from other cartoons.

See? I be happy already!