I'm boycotting the Oscars, guys!
I know, I know: “Whatever will the Oscars do if Humpy doesn't watch them this year? They'll be ruined!” Nevertheless, I feel like someone needs to make a stand against the Sandra Bullocks of the world. As you may have heard, Sandra Bullock has been nominated for a Best Actress Award for her role in The Blind Side, in which she plays a rich honky who adopts a black kid who eventually turns out to be a successful football player. Rich honkies, whatever would black people do without you?? THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!
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What's Avatar? Our defiant Oscar picks
Our two film columnists, Morgan P. Salvo and Holly Grigg-Spall, spent the year liking and hating films, and thinking others were merely OK. Here's who they think should win Oscars this weekend, even when they know their pick won't necessarily take home a little golden man – because James Cameron probably already has it down his pants.
Best Picture
Holly Grigg-Spall: An Education. For this weekend it almost seems easier to say which films I absolutely don't want to win – Avatar, Up In The Air, District 9 – and it's definitely easier to say which film I think is the best of the lot: An Education.
Morgan P. Salvo: A Serious Man. No way in hell it will win but it was the best movie I had the pleasure to view all year. Hurt Locker and District 9 were my runner-ups.
Whacked Out: The Crazies has its moments with remake of bio terrorism creep fest
The Crazies is based on the 1973 George A. Romero flick of the same name and joins the ranks of newly remade apocalyptic scenarios, though this 2010 version borrows only marginally from the original.
While Crazies '73 was set in Pennsylvania, this time the plot revolves around the inhabitants of Ogden Marsh, a small Iowa town suddenly plagued by an outbreak of insanity and death after a mysterious toxin contaminates their water supply. From the opening scene of a disheveled guy interrupting a kids' softball game carrying a shotgun, Sherriff Dutton (Timothy Olyphant) and Deputy Clank (Joe Anderson) figure something is wrong in their little community. Bouts of insanity are eventually traced to the town's water supply where a plane has mysteriously crashed. Afterward the military moves in, dispensing martial law and wiping Ogden Marsh off the map along with all its inhabitants, infected or not. Where the 1973 classic was more politically motivated, dead set on making parallels to the Vietnam War, the Kent State shootings, this Crazies is more personal, focusing on Sheriff Dutton and his wife/ town doctor (Radha Mitchell) as they battle the evil gas-mask-wearing military on one side and vein-popping wide-eyed crazies on the other.
Our Picks for 3/3 – 3/11: Eric Tollefson, Art Fusion, Steve Kimock and more
Eric Tollefson and The World's Greatest Lovers
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Go to the Sound section for a profile of this local singer/songwriter and his band of Lovers. Tollefson will open the show with an acoustic set, followed by a full rocking gig later on. Free, all ages. 7pm. McMenamins Old St. Francis School, 700 NW Bond St.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
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After enjoying an incredibly successful run, the local production of Ken Kesey's legendary story is sticking around for an encore weekend for three more performances. Take advantage of the borrowed time and make sure you check this out. $20/adult, $15/senior, $12/student. 7:30pm each night. Greenwood Playhouse, 148 NW Greenwood Ave.
Cards, Booze, Working Girls and Spittoons: The High Desert Museum brings the wildness of the West to life with Sin in the Sagebrush
The peculiar and markedly simple card game of faro might actually be spelled “pharaoh,” but there's no point in debating the spelling because hardly anyone has played the game in the last century. But down at the High Desert Museum, faro is being played, the antiquated cards dealt onto a century-old table by a young man dressed in a vest, dress shirt and a bowler hat.
He's dressed like it's 1900, which is exactly the time period the High Desert Museum is trying to create with its Sin in the Sagebrush exhibit, a meticulously crafted, time-period-accurate look into the gambling, drinking, whoring, fighting, dancing, shooting and other displays of general debauchery that accompanied life in the often harsh Western frontier. The exhibit, running through September before hitting the road to other museums around the country, has been some three years in the making, as curator Bob Boyd and his team gathered genuine articles from this era like, for example, an array of gamblers' cheating devices, including a strap that allowed card players to literally keep an ace up their sleeves.
Taking the Plunge: My dip in the Deschutes at the Polar Plunge
So after a week or so of mock-preparation for the Polar Plunge, writing an article about it and raising a few hundred dollars for the Special Olympics with my team, I kind of had to do it. So I took the plunge. And it was cold.
Training Day: A scientific approach to preparing for Bend's Polar Plunge
Some athletes spend months or years training for one day of glory. In preparation for the Vancouver Olympics, skier Lindsey Vonn trained six to eight hours a day, six days a week, engaging in a mix of hardcore cardio and weight training.
My day of glory arrives this Friday, when I will join hundreds of brave souls as we jump into the icy waters of the Deschutes in the name of Special Olympics Oregon. Luckily, I am already in excellent physical condition. I can run nearly 3 miles without stopping, do a handstand for at least two seconds before falling over, and just last week, I ate half of a foot-long salami in one sitting. However, I have a weakness. Call it my Kryptonite. I loathe being cold.
Creating Ghosts: Migraines, hurricanes and insanity mix for a warped psychological mystery in Shutter Island
Martin Scorsese was my favorite filmmaker for at least two decades. It was not until the Dicaprio era kicked off with Gangs of New York and the Aviator that I started to lose faith. Not to blame Leo so much (as most do), he isn't such a bad actor. But with Shutter Island comes near redemption – it's almost a good flick.
Based on Dennis Lehane's (Mystic River) novel, Shutter Island takes place in 1954 at an insane asylum/correctional compound on an island in the middle of the Boston Harbor that specializes in the containment and care of the most dangerous criminally insane. It's a fortress of abstract terror, surrounded by cliffs on all sides. U.S. Marshals Teddy Daniels (Leonardo Dicaprio) and Chuck Aule (Mark Ruffalo) ride a ferry out to investigate the disappearance of a patient. What begins as a simple missing person investigation slowly morphs into full-on psychological horror. As more disturbing revelations come to pass, the stress starts eating away at Daniels' nerves. It revives his alcoholic past while creating parallels with Nazi science experiments and death camps.
What a Shocker: BioShock 2 goes to the well again and comes up empty
First times are special. First kiss, first hearing of a song, first taste of a certain food – they're special because the second time around they might not be so good. The kiss turns out to be attached to a moron, soon everyone else is listening to the same stupid song and the food gets cold.
The first time I saw the undersea city of Rapture it was spectacular. The plate-glass windows were cracking under pressure and the residents had turned into crazed drug addicts. The decaying art-deco design and claustrophobic atmosphere made 2007's BioShock an unforgettable first-person shooter, and I was anxious to return for this year's sequel.
Marriage: Can't Recommend It!
Take it from somebody who's been married THREE times (as far as I know): The institution is OVERRATED. Let's take Mrs. Wm.โข Steven Humphrey the First, for example. Lovely woman – if you exclude the blackout rampages. I thought we were staying together for the sex, until I learned that almost every sexual experience was later classified as a blackout rampage. (Hey, but don't knock it until you've tried it!)
Then there was Mrs. Wm.โข Steven Humphrey the Second. Again, perfectly charming, salt-of-the-earth kind of gal… when she wasn't huffing silver spray paint. However, on the upside, she was very creative while under the influence, and would create psychedelic yet extremely detailed paintings of the times she would have sex with hobos behind a dumpster. (Last Christmas, I purchased one for Mrs. Wm.โข Steven Humphrey the First.)

