Owen Wilson: Love Child???

I like Owen Wilson. Such a nice young man. One can't help but want to hang out with him and want the best for him. He has not done much in the way of acting, but he is humorous and amiable in a Van Johnson kind of way. I think his career would get a shot in the arm if he would walk away from the sweet, clever, "lite" movies that he always seems to be cast in, and do a drama. So who's willing to take a chance on him? 

So I go to visit my friend, agent Syd Wasserstein, and light a fire. "Syd," I say, "How is it that no one in Hollywood has ever picked up on the fact that Owen Wilson looks and sounds like the son of Dennis Hopper?" I'm dead serious. I've even got Syd on the edge of his seat, as the realization hits him. I mean, not only do they bear a physical resemblance to each other -- even the nose, but their vocal delivery is so similar. I begin to speculate a "winter of love" motorcycle trip, wherein Hopper rides to Forth Worth in 1968, and ends up having a torrid one-night-stand with the 23 year old Laura Cunningham (later Wilson). How else could one explain these blatant similarities?

The point is: someone needs to come up with a father/son vehicle for these two. An intense drama in which both could turn up the heat and maybe Hopper would finally win the acting Oscar that has eluded him and Owen would get some respect. And please, could someone do a DNA test and put me out of my curious misery? 

Kate Gypped by Academy

In reviewing the nomination lists for both the SAG Awards and the Oscars, one stumbles upon a glaring omission. The Academy has decided to ignore Kate Winslet's work in "Revolutionary Road" and give her one nomination for Best Actress in a Leading Role for "The Reader," a role that both the Golden Globes and SAG have recognized as supporting.

This snub is just another selective, political and, dare I say, semitic bias that continues to be exercised by the academy. Further fueling that whispered notion that if you do a film about the holocaust - you win an Oscar, or likewise, write a book about the holocaust and win a Pulitzer. This is getting ridiculously, blatantly obvious and it has to stop.

I don't know if anyone else got the joking aside made by Ricky Gervais to Kate at the Globes? This was a reference to an episode of "Extras" that Kate appeared in, as herself, in 2005. In it the extras worked on a holocaust drama, in which Winslet's character proclaimed (off-camera) that the role was undertaken because she knew it would get her an Oscar.

So now we are embroiled in a Hollywood game of chicken, whereby, if Kate doesn't win, then I'm proven wrong. And if she does win, Ricky's prescient bit of clichéd Hollywood irony is proven true and in the end: art imitates art imitates life.