My wacky digestive issues reared their ugly heads last night - so I spent the evening camped out in my overstuffed chair with a heating pad and the Oscar telecast. All I have to say is what man didn't want to be Adrien Brody last night? That lip-lock with Halle Berry stands out in my mind as pretty memorable - more so than Michael Moore's rant - like who didn't see that coming a mile away?
As for Brody's win - I have yet to see The Pianist, mainly because the city where I live lacks any sort of art house movie theater. Hopefully now that it's won a couple of Oscars one of the mainstream theaters will deem it worthy enough for some screen time. Otherwise I'll just have to wait for the DVD.
Personally, I thought Brody was underappreciated for his work in Summer of Sam - an underappreciated film all the way around. Sure it's not Spike Lee's best (how does one top Malcolm X?) - but it's an interesting character study. I do recommend it, and it's got a pretty good soundtrack besides.