Together Again, Part Deux

My friend, Craig, is due to return Saturday from his second tour of duty in Iraq. A wonderful reunion is in store for Craig, his wife Aviva and daughter, Mia, whose Daddy has missed nearly half of her young life, stuck thousands of miles away under the unforgiving Iraqi sun. I'm excited about possibly meeting up with them in L.A. in a few weeks.

For me to describe the emotional tornado that has been the past week would be an undertaking of gargantuan proportions. Suffice it to say, I have been deeply shaken by twin dramas, each involving a handful of people I love dearly. Ever the Libra, I have exhausted myself in my attempts to be supportive to all parties, encouraging optimism and lending both ear and shoulder. However much my faith in lasting love relationships has been crushed these past few years, it has been shaken nearly irrevocably in just one week. It may not directly involve myself this time, but that makes it no less troubling.

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Now, onto the snoozefest that was last night's Oscars. Having seen a good number of the nominated films, I can say I was not surprised by or particularly happy for any of the winners (likely the reason for so much yawning). Indifference ruled for those watching at my house!

The exceptions were Charlie Kaufman and Michel Gondry, who created the most original, stirring film of the year. I was also glad for The Sea Inside, which I found incredibly moving. Where the hell was the stunning Javier Bardem among the Best Actor nominees? (Not that any of them had a chance against Jamie Foxx, who made me forget from Ray's first moments that he was J.F. and not Ray himself.)

I would like to put forth an official invitation to any of the following men to appear on my doorstep under a full moon and have their way with me:
1. Antonio Banderas, in spite of his being badly in need of haircut and married to the only woman who's had more Botox than Joan Rivers (unless you count Meg Ryan)
2. Johnny Depp, in spite of his questionable facial hair choices
3. Javier Bardem, who managed to be sexy even as a bed-ridden, 50-something quadriplegic
4. Leonardo diCaprio, far more beautiful than most of the women in the room
5. Gael Garcia Bernal, far more beautiful than Leonardo diCaprio
6. Clive Owen, even though Closer kind of sucked
7. Liam Neeson, because he was wonderful in Kinsey (and just about everything else he's done)
8. George Clooney, always at the top of my list, even moreso because he chose to sit out the ridiculous Oscar circus

One more thing: Johnny Depp made some incisive remarks about Hunter S. Thompson in a print article whose origins I've since forgotten. Can anyone help?

Posted by ayelet at February 28, 2005 10:59 AM