It's Oscar Sunday, and the world waits anxiously to find out which movies it's never heard of will take home the gold. Will it be that black and white one? Or will it be that other one, with the two guys in it? We shall see. Or not, as the case may be.
I'll be tuning in. I was on the fence about it when I wrote my post announcing the nominations for these doofy awards I'm giving out today, but the crushing weight of tradition has buried me once again; count me in, Oscar, ya scamp ya.
But first, this:
That's right, it's time to hand out the awards for the winners of the King-Movie Oscars. And by "hand out," I mean read a bit of fluff from me wherein I defend my decisions. And by "awards," I mean the same sort of awards you used to get if you won a No-Prize from Stan Lee. They're in the mail, winners!
Excellence In Animal Training
|Karl Lewis Miller for Cujo (1983)|
Was there any doubt? The other nominees contain very fine work indeed, and (if such an award existed) would have deserved to be nominated for actual Oscars during the years they'd have been eligible.
For me, though, this one is a no-brainer. The work Miller did with the team of Saint Bernards who collectively portrayed Cujo is truly a marvel. At no point in the movie does it feel like you're seeing dogs pretending to do things; Cujo feels like a dog actually suffering from the tragedy of rabies.
Without the work Miller and those pups did, this movie would have been a laughable failure.