Ali Hall (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} allistair_) wrote,@ 2009-03-04 20:54:00 |
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www.alli-hall.com/blog
Well, not much is new by me. What's new with all of you?
I'm kidding, obviously. There's been some exciting days recently. I got dressed up and went to a series of very swanky ceremonies and parties with my girlfriend, who I really do need to bring everywhere. She's so alluring that people seldom look at me when she's around. It's wonderful. I won an Oscar. And anybody who tells you it's fun, or incredible, or anything other than the singular most bloody terrifying ten minutes of your entire life clearly has never won an Oscar. To give you an idea, I've created a re-enactment of those ten minutes, from my honest point of view.
"And the nominees for best Actor are:"
The mind of Allistair Hall: Well it's not a big deal if you don't win. You didn't do this for any awards. Your career is about self-fufillment. Screw the rest. It's not a big deal if you win, either. It's not like every person you've ever met is watching, along with the rest of the world. It's not like every film you do after this will be compared to what you did the last time. It's not like in ten years you will be doing daddy day camp 11 alongside fellow former best supporting winner Cuba Gooding Jr and everyone will be agreeing with you that they really SHOULD have given this to Philip Seymour Hoffman. It's not like there's nowhere to go from winning a Bloody OSCAR but downhill.... bollocks....
"And the winner is"
The Mind of Allistair Hall: Good God, not me. Good God, not me. Good God, not me...
"Allistair Hall, The Dark Knight"
The Mind of Allistair Hall: --Completely blank for about 20 seconds-- Wait, me? I feel like I'm going to pass out... or throw up... shit, how do my feet work again? Please don't trip. Please don't trip. Please don't... wow it really is heavy.
"Wow, these really are heavy!"
The Mind of Allistair Hall: LAME. Don't forget to thank every single person. You should have made a list. Good GOD why didn't you make a list. Director, producer, parents, girlfriend, best friend, agent.... GOD WHO AM I FORGETTING. Take your time... wait, what is that music? Not the get off the stage music!
And thus ends an inner monologue by allistair hall.
I spent the next few days after the official end of awards season in bed with my girlfriend. Because I have earned a break. Tenenbaums wrapped at the beginning of February and I have a couple of films already lined up. What films, might you ask? Well expect more cross dressing, ,more insanity, and TEA! That is truly all I'm saying at this time. It's up to all of you to figure it out. I hope all of you out there in cyberland are well. Now if you'll excuse me, I still have three days left of my vacation, and I fully intend on doing nothing at all.
Well, not much is new by me. What's new with all of you?
I'm kidding, obviously. There's been some exciting days recently. I got dressed up and went to a series of very swanky ceremonies and parties with my girlfriend, who I really do need to bring everywhere. She's so alluring that people seldom look at me when she's around. It's wonderful. I won an Oscar. And anybody who tells you it's fun, or incredible, or anything other than the singular most bloody terrifying ten minutes of your entire life clearly has never won an Oscar. To give you an idea, I've created a re-enactment of those ten minutes, from my honest point of view.
"And the nominees for best Actor are:"
The mind of Allistair Hall: Well it's not a big deal if you don't win. You didn't do this for any awards. Your career is about self-fufillment. Screw the rest. It's not a big deal if you win, either. It's not like every person you've ever met is watching, along with the rest of the world. It's not like every film you do after this will be compared to what you did the last time. It's not like in ten years you will be doing daddy day camp 11 alongside fellow former best supporting winner Cuba Gooding Jr and everyone will be agreeing with you that they really SHOULD have given this to Philip Seymour Hoffman. It's not like there's nowhere to go from winning a Bloody OSCAR but downhill.... bollocks....
"And the winner is"
The Mind of Allistair Hall: Good God, not me. Good God, not me. Good God, not me...
"Allistair Hall, The Dark Knight"
The Mind of Allistair Hall: --Completely blank for about 20 seconds-- Wait, me? I feel like I'm going to pass out... or throw up... shit, how do my feet work again? Please don't trip. Please don't trip. Please don't... wow it really is heavy.
"Wow, these really are heavy!"
The Mind of Allistair Hall: LAME. Don't forget to thank every single person. You should have made a list. Good GOD why didn't you make a list. Director, producer, parents, girlfriend, best friend, agent.... GOD WHO AM I FORGETTING. Take your time... wait, what is that music? Not the get off the stage music!
And thus ends an inner monologue by allistair hall.
I spent the next few days after the official end of awards season in bed with my girlfriend. Because I have earned a break. Tenenbaums wrapped at the beginning of February and I have a couple of films already lined up. What films, might you ask? Well expect more cross dressing, ,more insanity, and TEA! That is truly all I'm saying at this time. It's up to all of you to figure it out. I hope all of you out there in cyberland are well. Now if you'll excuse me, I still have three days left of my vacation, and I fully intend on doing nothing at all.