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Posted by Coral Andrews Feb 28, 2007 |
I was so excited Sunday night I decided to have a drinkee in celebration.
Instead of making myself a White Russian (vodka, Kahlua, and milk) - I was once a formidable bartender - I concocted a mixture of vodka, Baileys and milk – Absolutely ghastly - also called a Bailey’s Comet, which hit my stomach like a lead balloon especially when Reese Witherspoon announced Best Actor.
As I watched Forest Whitaker accept, I could hear Richard Burton whisper into O’Toole’s ear “Well, old sod, you beat me.”
Peter O’Toole now tops Richard Burton for the most Oscar nominations and NO wins - O’Toole’s Honorary Academy statuette, notwithstanding.
O’Toole and Burton are amongst the finest actors in film history but were always very naughty boys off set. O’Toole makes no bones about the viscosity of Tinsel town. So if God forbid, Peter O’T should shuffle off this mortal coil with no Golden Boy to his credit, think of the delicious irony in that.
I’m sure he has.
Life without Oscar goes on, with O’Toole is writing volume three of his book Loitering with Intent -' the one with the meat.' Oh, that I were a fly on that wall that I could see the oh-so-naughtier book bits O’Toole decides to edit.
The worst thing about watching Peter O’Toole not make Oscar history- being cheated out of a damned fine pithy acceptance speech.
Time for another properly concocted drinkee..
( DRAT !!! - I completely missed Best Picture in Blog Previous but Little Miss Sunshine did triumph at Independent Spirit Awards - the coolest awards soiree of 'em all!)