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The Hoppers (Oscars - sort of)

I am a huge movie buff, but ironically I have no patience to actually go to the movies.  Not that I don't have patience to watch the movie, it's to listen to people talk, text, etc.  I need quiet.  I need peace.  I need to be lost in a movie.  If I want to cry at the end, I don't want to hold back. You can't really do that in the theater.  Well you can, but you know.  So here's the deal.  I'm going to nominate five movies for best picture, best actor and actress and best supporting actor and actress.  Now here's the catch.  The are only going to be movies I've seen for the first time in 2011 (a slow year, about 110-120).  They might not necessarily be new movies, but most are fairly recent. I must admit, 2011 was not a stellar movie year for me.  Hopefully 2012 will be. Please remember, I saw very few movies that actually came out in 2011.

And the nominees are:

Best Supporting Actor
Guy Pearce - Animal Kingdom
Colin Farrell - In Bruges
Jeremy Renner - The Town
Richard Jenkins - Let Me In
Stanley Tucci - Easy A

Winner: Stanley Tucci

Best Supporting Actress
Cate Blanchett - Hanna
Siobhan Finnernan -  Boy A
Patricia Clarkson - Easy A
Mylene Jamanoi - Martyrs
Dale Dickey - Winter's Bone

Winner: Dale Dickey

Best Actor
John Hawkes - Winter's Bone
Vincent Cassel - Mesrine
Daniel Day Lewis - Ballad of Jack & Rose
Liam Neeson - Kinsey
David Hyde Pierce - The Perfect Host

Winner: John Hawkes

Best Actress
Chloe Moritz - Let Me In
Camilia Belle - Ballad of Jack & Rose
Jennifer Lawrence - Winter's Bone
Jacki Weaver - Animal Kingdom
Emma Stone - Easy A

Winner: Jennifer Lawrence

Best Picture
Winter's Bone
The Perfect Host
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest

Winner: Winter's Bone


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