Commentary: How I learned to stop worrying and … ahem … love the Oscars' best picture choice
I remember the last time my favorite movie won the Oscar for best picture.
It was a hot summer day, and I was playing with my grandfather in his garden. He gave me a can filled with DDT so I could spray his tomato plants, which, thinking back on it, was really kind of irresponsible of him. That stuff is dangerous! Then he put an orange slice in his mouth to make me laugh, but I didn't like it. Actually, it really scared me! After that, he keeled over and died.
Anyway ...
Hold on a minute ...
It has been so unbelievably long since a favorite movie of
