My relationship with the Oscars is my one sorta guilty pleasure. You see, I don't believe in guilty pleasures as far as entertainment goes. If I find enjoyment in something, I don't feel guilty about it. There's obviously some something right going on. However cheesy the exterior may be, within, someone has done a good job and I can find value in that. Be it the Shakespearean undercurrent of Gossip Girl (an entire show based on the city-wide fallout of one toxic couple, brilliant!) or the way a badly conceived horror movie like Hostel 2 can still comment more on the human condition more than most movies with loftier ambitions.
It's with a cheerfully dreadful anticipation that I approach the Academy Awards telecast with every year. The kind of feeling that you might get with the approaching season of your favorite sports team who you know deep down will only crush your soul. The Academy never picks the right movie to win; often, like this year, it doesn't even nominate them. So as I do every year I make it even more potentially painful. I bet on them. And you can too with the handy-dandy Fun Pointz system found in the ballot above. Good luck.