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2002-03-25

Got woken up by a phonecall, which for some reason wasn’t as bad as it use to be. It might depend on the caller but that is rather arbitrary . Anyway, one of thesse two persons (they were, and still is I presume, Niklas and Ola) told me who had gotten away with the Oscar for best actor.

At first I though I was joking. But He wasn’t. Ola was dead serious but he cloud’t stop laughing. And I can see why. Denzel Washington for Training Day?! What do they do, let a crack pipe go around before it’s time to vote? This is the worst monstrosity that has happened in this category since last year when Russell Crowe went of with one for that Spartacus-copy. (Sure, Mr Crowe didn’t overact as much as anyone else in that movie but for that part he just didn’t deserve it.)

This should once and for all prove that the Oscars, whatever standards they once claimed to keep, have fallen hard into the murky area of “give your friends an a award.”