Something stinks

Halliburton Co., of which Dick Cheney used to be CEO, has been awarded a no-bid contract to put out fires set to Iraqi oil wells.

The biggest value of the contract, according to this CNN Money story, “could be that it puts Halliburton in a prime position to handle the complete refurbishment of Iraq’s long-neglected oil infrastructure, which will be a plum job.”

I don’t believe this war is solely or even primarily about oil. I think Dubya & Co. truly belive, wrongly, that Hussein’s regime is a threat to the United States. But this stinks as bad as an Iraqi oil fire.

What did they fight for?

After Sept. 11, the insurance industry (with some help from the construction industry) begged and pleaded for a federal backstop for terrorism insurance. Eventually, they got it good and hard.

And now, nobody’s buying it! Coverages are still scattershot and what is offered is too expensive.

The folks who might want it (big buildings in major cities) are charged premiums they don’t want to pay, and the folks who’d get great rates (smaller businesses in less dense areas) don’t see any need for it.

Sounds like the situation before Congress passed the Terrorism Risk Insurance Act. The only difference is that now, if there is a terrorist attack, taxpayers will be left with the bill for anything over $10 billion — assuming the target’s owner has purchased terrorism coverage to begin with.

Now, let’s salute Oscar’s boring past

I forgot to mention in my write-up yesterday about the worst parts of the Oscarcast — the retrospectives on past song-and-dance numbers and past MPAA president speeches.

Everyone hates song-and-dance numbers (last night had only one, accompanying the performance of the original song from “Chicago”), yet somehow they wasted precious minutes on screen showing us all of Oscar’s past “glories.” A trip down bad memory lane, an astute friend called it.

And the MPAA president speeches?! That’s the time everyone uses to go to the bathroom or get another beer or whatever. The MPAA president never says anything of note and just takes up space and time. A tribute to past speeches is like doing a retrospective on mold, only less interesting.

What were they thinking?

This is not a gotcha moment

The Iraqi capture of five Americans and killing of as many as 16 others is not any kind of victory for the anti-war movement or argument. It is a tragedy, but no hawk ever said the war would be without any casualties. What does make it regrettable is that putting American lives at risk in that way is not necessary to protect U.S. security.

But it’s no victory for the anti-war side for things to go badly. Unfortunately, I fear it’s a sign of things to come in Iraq under an American occupying government (still administered by Baath Party bureaucrats). There will be civil unrest, riots and war. The only question is how many Americans will die during that occupation and how long the occupation will last.

Fact-based, my left foot

Here’s the problem with these movies that are either based on the story of a person’s life or based on a period in history, such as “Gangs of New York”: they always lie.

In small ways and big, they always distort the true life or the true history. I wonder what the point is of bothering to use historical or biographical source material (e.g., “A Beautiful Mind”) if they’re just going to twist it around so much that it barely resembles what it once was. Why not just — here’s an idea! — make something up.

Then, because I’m an obsessive-compulsive type, I’ve got to spend two hours on the Internet afterward to sort out what was true in the movie from what wasn’t. Save me the time. Make stuff up. “The Matrix” seemed to do OK with that approach. Not once during “The Matrix” did I think, “Hey, is this based on a true story?”

But now that I think of it, I wonder …

Oscar had me fooled

All right, I admit it. I got cocky. What else can explain my miserable performance? I only predicted 13 of 24 categories correctly last night, and still managed to tie for third place, which I suppose says more about the unpredictable nature of the awards than about the quality of my competition.

The first excuse is that I didn’t see many of the nominated film. But … enh. That’s not really a big deal. I think the better excuse is that it was an upset-filled night.

By my tally, there were at least five major upsets last night, and a couple of unexpected wins.

The upsets: First, “The Pianist’s” three wins were all upsets. Adapted screenplay, Adrien Brody for leading actor, and Roman Polanski for direction. Then there was Eminem’s surprise win in the song category (the consensus pick was “I Move On” from everyone’s best-picture winner, “Chicago”) and “Frida’s” upset in the original score category.

So that’s five categories out the window right there. Had I gotten those I would have been at a respectable 18 out of 25, a very good percentage. Then there was the animated feature win for “Spirited Away,” which I don’t think was an upset but did come as a surprise to me.

“Spirited Away” was a foreign film done in an animated style (anime) unfamiliar to the Academy’s older voters. It’s amazing they picked it over a traditional kid-friendly Disney flick, “Lilo & Stitch.”

The close calls were Renee Zellwegger, who I thought would pull it out on “Chicago’s” strength, her SAG win, and her overall lovability, especially as compared with cold fish Nicole Kidman. Original screenplay was another tough one, since only one of the nominees was up for best picture (“Gangs of New York”), and that movie’s screenplay was not widely admired.

I went for “Far From Heaven” but Almodovar pulled it out. Them’s the breaks. We did pull home a prize — a DVD of “American Beauty.” Perhaps it will remind me next time around to … look closer. Yoish.

What about the telecast itself? Brody’s win was the highlight of the evening. No one expected that. Karen and I just saw “Gangs” and Daniel Day-Lewis was fabulous in that. But I guess Oscar wanted to see a new guy take it. He gave a great speech and he did what every Jewish man in America wants to do — kiss Halle Berry. Good for him.

writes that while she’s lusted after Brody for some time she couldn’t bring herself to see “The Pianist,” seeing as how it was directed by a child rapist. And Karen was especially disturbed at the standing ovation the absent Polanski received for his director win, which is completely understandable.

I don’t know if people forget, or forgive. But at some point we should be able to separate art from the artist who has done a despicable thing. Not to forgive, but to acknowledge that someone who could do something so despicable could also be incredibly talented at his craft. It’s tragic in a sense that people who do evil things so often have some good to offer — it would be so much easier if things were different.

On the political side of things, I tallied five anti-war political statements or gestures. Four in the acceptance speeches of Brody, Almodovar, Chris Cooper and Michael Moore. A little speech from one of the co-stars of “Y Tu Mama Tambien” in the introduction to the song from “Frida,” and Susan Sarandon’s peace sign before introducing a category.

Unless you count the MPAA president’s “We love you, troops” message, in which case it’s six.

Pretty much all were handled with aplomb except for Moore’s, which was greeted with a chorus of boos as well as cheers. Obviously, folks weren’t booing because of his anti-war stance; most of Hollywood shares his views. But he wasn’t as tactful about it, I suppose.

No one should have been surprised. I thought there was a possibility Moore might be denied the Oscar because of his very well known political positions. Indeed, he is at bottom a polemicist who tries to entertain while driving home his message. Whether he’s successful or not depends on your taste, but there’s no secret about where he’s coming from.

So why the boos? Why couldn’t he just say his piece? It’s live TV, folks. Get over it. If the Academy doesn’t like folks making political statements, they should have a minute delay or something. Until then, people are going to use the platform to say whatever they want to say. The thing is that for all the talk about bad form versus good form and being respectful of the troops, etc., the truth is that the Hollywood folks are just afraid of pissing off the paying customers in the fly-over country who shell out bucks week after week for their schlock.

That’s what it’s all about. And that’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with making money. Just spare us the holier than thou attitude. Steve Martin saved the night with his remark, “The Teamsters are putting him in the trunk of a limo.” He was great again. Sharp material, very well delivered.

I’m disappointed Scorsese didn’t pull it out, but he doesn’t really need it. Sure, he’s never won best director, but does anyone doubt that he is the greatest living American director? Is there any question about the scope of his influence and breadth of his genius?

Scorsese should be very secure in the knowledge that, if nothing else, the Academy will come calling with an lifetime award before long.

My Oscar picks

I have a pretty good track record at the Oscar party I attend annually (I believe I’ve at least placed for the last three or four years running), and below are my picks. Normally, I’d provide commentary explaining them, but I don’t have time tonight.

In fact, the whole process has been rushed this year. Normally, I’d have spent the weeks leading up to tonight monitoring buzz, watching the movies, etc. (though, actually, viewing the nominated films can be a detriment since then your partiality to one film or another may get in the way of correctly predicting the Academy’s taste). Nonetheless, here we go.

  • Supporting actress: Catherine Zeta-Jones, “Chicago”
  • Supporting actor: Chris Cooper, “Adaptation”
  • Documentary feature: “Bowling for Columbine”
  • Documentary short: “Twin Towers”
  • Animated short film: “Mike’s New Car”
  • Live action short film: “Johnny Flynton”
  • Art direction: “Gangs of New York”
  • Cinematography: “Road to Perdition”
  • Costume design: “Chicago”
  • Sound: “Chicago”
  • Sound editing: “The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers”
  • Visual effects: “The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers”
  • Film editing: “Chicago”
  • Original score: “The Hours”
  • Makeup: “Frida”
  • Animated feature: “Lilo & Stitch”
  • Foreign language film: “Nowhere in Africa”
  • Original song: “I Move On,” from “Chicago”
  • Adapted screenplay: “The Hours”
  • Original screenplay: “Far From Heaven”
  • Leading actress: Renee Zellwegger, “Chicago”
  • Leading actor: Daniel Day-Lewis, “Gangs of New York”
  • Directing: Rob Marshall, “Chicago”
  • Best picture: “Chicago”

I’ll report tomorrow on how many I got right. Usually 15 or 16 out of 24 categories correct is good enough to place. Here’s a good site comparing the critics’ picks to click. Good luck!

For the record, I hope Scorsese and “The Two Towers” win big.

Stevie Chapman’s on fire

Steve Chapman, probably my favorite columnist, is once again absolutely on the money with his latest two columns.

The first addresses a fact conservative hawks are so loath to admit (or perhaps not-so-secretly glad about, depending) about the Iraq war, which is that is a huge boost for big government.

And today’s column targets the American military’s biggest enemy: a U.S. government that wants it to police the entire world, 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

You tell ’em, Stevie.

Showtime Friday nights

Has anyone else been watching Showtime’s new Friday-night lineup? Both “Family Business” and “Penn & Teller: Bullshit!” are very funny.

“Family Business,” a reality TV treatment of the life of adult filmmaker Adam Glasser — aka Seymore Butts — borrows elements a little too obviously from “The Osbournes.” Glasser’s mother and cousin work with him in the business, and once again the juxtaposition of the protagonist’s wacky show biz career and typical home life is supposed to have us weak-kneed with laughter.

And while there are some funny bits — people’s reactions to what Adam does for a living never gets old, for example — the show’s already a little bit tired after only a few episodes.

“Penn & Teller: Bullshit!” is just genius, though. Penn’s narration is hilarious, and his use of precisely the right swear word at just the right time to puncture his target’s pompousness is priceless. I highly recommend the program.

Touchdowns for some, miniature American flags for others

And today, I was fortunate enough to attend with my dad and my stepbrother and his family a Chicago Rush game. The Rush is an arena football team; you may have seen arena football on NBC the last few weeks.

If not, I haven’t the energy to explain. The game wasn’t particularly interesting anyway. The big treat was a free miniature American flag for every fan attending the game. Apparently, we were supposed to feel bad for attending a trivial sporting event while our brave troops are fighting in Iraq to defend our liberty to — among other things — attend trivial sporting events.

At half time, I went to a merchandise booth in search of a foam helmet. It’s made of the same material as those No. 1 fingers. I asked the clerk at the booth whether the helmet was only for kids or if they also had adult sizes. “One size fits all,” he said. I tried on the helmet but it wasn’t as hilariously kitschy as I’d hoped.

I was too embarrassed to say that I didn’t like the foam helmet — I mean, what kind of high standards would bring you to even consider purchasing such an item in the first place? So I said facetiously, “Jeez, this doesn’t offer too much protection.”

I admit it wasn’t too funny, and I was not surprised that the clerk didn’t laugh. I was surprised when he took me seriously and said, “Well, yeah. You probably shouldn’t go ramming your head into anything with that on.”

I had no response. I handed him the foam helmet and bought a regular cap.

We were treated to the joys of the Adrenaline Rush Dancers, whom I promptly dubbed, “The Methamphetamines.” I’m not sure what exactly it is about cheerleading squads — er, dance squads — that turns me off.

There’s something about the way they all move in perfect unison, with their hair flipping in the same direction at the exact same time, that creeps me out. They seem like little robots with dyed hair. But that’s probably just me.

A burger, a doughnut, no inflatabulls

It’s a measure of how far the Bulls have fallen that one rates a game nowadays based on the entertainment value of the goofy fan competitions, half time entertainment, and scoreboard giveaways.

Last night, the Bulls beat the Knicks 100-98 in a typically lackluster game characterized by lots of turnovers, though the Bulls Eddie Curry was impressive and the Bulls were able to penetrate very successfully against the Knicks’ porous defense.

But the most significant thing about the final score is that by reaching the century mark, everyone in attendance was entitled to a free Big ‘N Tasty sandwich from McDonald’s within 48 hours.

Oh, the joy. Not to mention that the animated scoreboard race between Cuppy Coffee, Biggy Bagel and Dashing Donut came out in my favor. Because Dashing won I am also entitled to a free doughnut within 48 hours. There’s a nutritious combo for you.

Unfortunately, the evening was not ideal since the most entertaining Bulls’ timeout contest was not presented. That is when two fans are packed inside of a huge, inflatable Benny the Bull costumes and race across the full length of the court against one another.

Of course, they can hardly move inside the costumes and if you are fortunate enough to see one of the contestants trip and fall, you will laugh as never before. To watch the person vainly struggle to get right side up again is to understand perfectly the essence of hilarity.

Once again, we were denied.