Banksy Oscars

Last week I was in LA. Briefly. And, yes, I did see the Banksy Oscar mural. 

I was not impressed. Suppose, I was kinda hoping that Banksy will be like Godard, who was all like: the honorary Oscar? Thanks, u guys! But I'm busy that day, reading a book.

And I also don't get the Star Wars plot: what's it supposed to be? An analogy of what? Pop culture? Consumerism? 

All in all, it makes me think that it all is just a big pose and if Banksy was invited to one of those fancy Hollywood tea-parties where you can hear veneers click, he would get all giddy and dress up real nice...

In other news: we a wrapping here in Baton Rouge and I have started packing. It's a heavy job itself, even more so when paired with moaning, but we'll be leaving to Vancouver together and then after a week he'll start shooting in Mexico, so cant really blame me for distance.

I'm off to work now. Early morning 2^nd unit!

Super Bowl

Yesterday I turned on my TV and laid out some food like everybody else around here. 

Emily, Miri and BF joined in and we tried to act out the super-bowl-night. Unfortunately, Miri hates sports and on top of that she's Canadian, so she couldn't care less. I'm from Europe where we play soccer and the ball is round...well, like the ball's supposed to be... really. Our only testosterone filled body (also from Europe btw) was lounging on the couch with a class of wine and the book. So the role of true American was left to Em who actually grew up watching football and I do believe that at some point during her identity crisis in high school she was running around with a pair of scary pom poms. Em, like a true trooper, was fallowing the game and taunting us, but at one point she did say that the game this year wasn't as exciting. Everybody kinda agreed.

So, me and Miri were gulping down wine (I know, I know.... it's supposed to be beer, but...well.... yeah...) and arguing about how big of an injustice would it be if Social Network landed best movie at the Oscars. I've seen King's Speech four times now and am convinced that it is the best movie of 2010. Miri was pointing out that I am biased when it comes to Colin Firth, adding smugly that if he starred in Tron I would be praising that movie. I so would not! :p Although there were some really tight bodysuits... and I wouldn't mind seeing Colin Firth.... gah... no, it has to be suit, suit does it for me.

Anyway, at that point Em muted her game and asked if he was on my List. For you non-Americans: apparently every man and woman in US has a List. List being an ever changing list of names okeyd by your partner consisting of celebrities that you're allowed to shag if at some disturbing point in time you'll run into each other and, I'm guessing, you both were really drunk, desperate and/or horny. This is a very dark list we're talking about here. 

After some arguing and Miri reminding me of the sharp-intake-Hello I gave him when we were introduced in Cannes on 2009 I resigned and we had a first name on my List. 

But then it turned out that you're allowed to put five names on your list and I couldn't, for a life of me, come up with any other names besides Conan O'Brien but even with him I would like it to be more like us sitting naked in the pool filled with whipped cream cracking jokes on Andy Richter sitting at the other end of the pool. In a suit. Perv, I know... 

So, then I wanted to know if my list should be limited to males only, because I was thinking about Dakota Fanning (17 this months). God, I'm such a perv... 

And at that point BF made himself known by coughing and lowering his book (Fitzgerald non the less. Such a turn on. For me. Perv, I know...). I asked if he had a List that needed to be okeyd and if he was ok with my Colin-Firth-list. He said NO, but he would be willing to put together a list of girls I am okeyd to get it on with. With him watching.

So, anyway... who won?