Mar 24 98
So, yesterday was the Oscars. Pretty nice, kinda slow. I just can't buy Billy Crystal. Really enjoyed seeing Kim Basinger and Robin Williams getting their statuettes (she was shaking!). Couldn't watch all of it, though, it started at 11 pm here in Brazil, I just got to watch until 1 am before my mother started screaming.
Anyway, Brazil had a nominee for best foreign film, "O que é isto, companheiro?". It didn't win, though.
The worst of it was that, five minutes before the end of each commercial, the TV station put José Wilker, a Brazilian actor, to comment what had just happened and what was probable would happen. God, his comments were so bad.
Today, Hugo sends an e-mail to the whole Harem to make sure everybody knew how angry he was that Titanic had won the best movie award instead of L.A. Confidential. And he was like, "I hope you're happy now, Marcio, now we're even", etc, etc. What just astonished me.
You see, when I like something, I used to go and tell everybody to see it, and would defend it to the end, to the point people couldn't stand me anymore. I kinda stopped doing that after "Evita" went out. I loved the movie, but it seems I was the only one. Hugo couldn't stop babbling about how historically innacurate it was (he didn't realize that if I wanted to see something completely accurate, I would go see a documentary, not a musical), and people would start saying bad things about it just to irritate me. So I stopped doing that. I still say I like something, but I don't insist on it anymore.
I don't know if Hugo was still resentful about Evita or something, I just know that he wrote a message to everybody which was unecessarily agressive towards me. And I didn't enjoy it.
And while I thought about it today, I realized that people really enjoy bothering me about the things I like. When Madonna's new album came out, everybody came to me to show nasty reviews about it. That also happened with Evita. And with every single Disney movie.
Nobody comes to me to show a good review about anything I like. They're always trying to prove me how bad they are. When I found out that Madonna hadn't been nominated for best actress, I refused to see "The English Patient" on the theaters. Kinda childish, yeah, but so what? And everybody was like, "I don't believe you're doing this!!" I haven't seen it yet, and I don't doubt I'll like it when I see it. The point is, I didn't try to make anyone not to see the movie too, or try to convince anyone it was bad.
I wrote a pretty polite mail back to Hugo (CCed to everybody who received the mail) explaining the reasons why I think he's wrong about some things, and stating that I didn't enjoy his unprovoked agressivity. Let's see how it turns out.
This entry is kinda weird. I don't think I expressed right what I'm feeling. And maybe I'm being unfair. Don't know.
