Oscars

Madame Kwan’s Moviehouse: A Separation

As you can probably tell from previous posts, I’m a pretty steady movie-goer. Whether it be obscure, ridiculous, or indulgent… I see what I want to see. Sometimes disappointing and other times eye-opening, movies really help me get outside of myself when I’m too entrenched in my own circumstance.

This past weekend, I ventured to see the Oscar-winning Iranian film, A Separation.

In this fairly accurate (as far as I know) depiction of contemporary life in Iran, we’re presented with a conflict that illustrates their cultural norms in a subtle yet pervasive fashion. There is no clear villain or hero in this tale; every character is under specific and difficult strains – emotional, physical, religious and more.

 

A Separation is a universal and honest portrait of humanity. It was no tearjerker. There was no action or violence. It didn’t shatter my world into pieces. But it will be one of those films that I just can’t forget.

 

My Own Personal Superbowl

Being the girl I am, the zenith of awards season – Oscar night – is my own personal Superbowl. The drinks are flowing and the snacks are out. My breath is baited to see who will win, who will disappoint, and who will never live down their fashion shame. Here’s a short highlight reel of the plays so far  (bear with me for the cheesy football analogies)!

 

Unfortunately, these passes fell a couple yards short.

Viola Davis, Jessica Chastain, Jennifer Lopez

Players destined for greatness

Michelle Williams, Octavia Spencer, Rose Byrne

Allusions of grandeur

Emma Stone, Glenn Close, and Stacy Kiebler

And my Superbowl MVPs are… 

In forever classic black and white… Angelina and Gwyneth.