
But the main thing is his Iron Giant days are far behind him, the lean-and-hungry days where he has to rely on the sheer good will of people who would've LIKED to have seen his movie, and who tell everyone they know that it harkens back to a simpler time, etc. No, he's making money now! See, you've got to go the other way, and get people to shake their heads in disbelief. Why am I having so much trouble accepting a rat chef? Oh, Ratboy! Make me a huge pot of lobster tails with a side of bubonic plague. I'm a little concerned because Brad's bucking his own trend here and planning to release 1906 in 2009, a year ahead of his usual 3-year gestation period. Unless he's making up for lost time between Iron Giant and The Incredibles, he'd better have a good excuse. In any case, he's screwed because typically the Oscars don't let you win more than two at a time. Just ask Tom Hanks and John Toll. Or even Meryl Streep, for that matter! She may win the coveted third a month from now, but see how long they made her wait?
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