Right now I'm totally loving the attention being lavished on Meryl Streep. From the fabulous NY Times article about the "cinematic chameleon" to an MSN rundown of the Oscars that Streep should have won, I feel like homegirl is finally getting the accolades she deserves.
What is that? Accolades? As if the sixteen Oscar nominations were not enough! I mean, blah blah blah. "It's such an honor to be nominated." That's bull. Meryl is the losingest actor in Oscar history. She deserves a special award just for being her spectacular self. With the roles she's had in the last few years, starting with The Devil Wears Prada, it feels like people are really starting to take notice of her all over again. She's become a major box office draw (thanks Mamma Mia!) and has been on the cover of countless magazines, getting discovered by a whole new, younger audience. I think it's great, especially at her age. Meryl seems so comfortable in her own skin, in a way that she didn't before. She seems freer, more approachable, and very lithe. Her fabulous cheekbones have always been one of her greatest physical attributes, but now her face appears softer, her eyes more dazzling.
So, thank you New York Times for saying what so many of us feel: give Streep another damn Oscar!
And while I appreciate the gesture, MSN Movies, I don't appreciate you calling the film that housed my favorite Streep performance "predictable" or any of her work "treacle". How dare you, sir! And her Devil Wears Prada performance not Oscar-worthy? Shame on you!
Okay, I'm done worshipping Meryl Streep for the day.
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