This is a friendly reminder that we’ll be live-blogging the Gay Super Bowl this Sunday starting at 7:30 p.m. Eastern.  As with most years, I meant to get out and watch as many of the nominees as possible, but ended up only seeing maybe half of the big-name movies, because really, who gives a shit?  Do I really need to watch Kate Winslet and Leonado DiCaprio fight and be miserable for two hours just so I can have an opinion at an Oscars party?  Nope.

That said, here are some half-assed opinions about the few films/performances I did manage to see.  Feel free to disagree, as it doesn’t particularly matter to me.

Slumdog Millionaire — The overriding feeling I had watching this movie was “Wow, I NEVER want to go to India.  EVER.”  Everyone seemed to either absolutely love it or absolutely hate it.  I’d give it a B/B+.  I liked the “Millionaire” conceit of telling the story, but the “Ooohh, it’s our destiny” justification for the ending was a cop-out that marginalized the lead female character.

Vicky Cristina Barcelona — What a piece of shit.  I might have been able to at least enjoy the scenery if Woody Allen could have stopped with the insulting narration in every scene.  “That night, Vicky and Cristina went to dinner…” (cut to Vicky and Cristina eating dinner) “…where they drank wine and talked.” (cut to them drinking wine and talking) Jesus Christ!  I HAVE EYES, ASSHOLE!  Penelope Cruz arrived way too late to save this turd.

The Wrestler — Loved it, and not just because of Marisa Tomei’s hard naked body.  The fact that it didn’t get nominated for Best Picture is horseshit.

Gran Torino – I don’t think this got nominated, but I saw it the other night, and I have never laughed so hard or so many times during a drama.  An entire movie where Clint Eastwood calls everyone a pussy and goes around dropping every racial slur imaginable?  That’s quality entertainment, people.

Didn’t see: Milk, Benjamin Button, Frost/Nixon, Revolutionary Road

More Oscar sexiness after the jump.