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Reason and Emotion, 1943

Their use of red hair interests me.

So we watched March of the Penguins Friday night, and driving around on Sunday Peter commented as to how surprised he was by how astonishingly awful it was. So I said, “Yeah, I guess that’s what it takes to get a documentary to win an Oscar these days. Either cute-liddle-pengies or else Michael Moore.” (Incidentally, I heard that the narration was changed for each language, so for the English-language market (read: American. Sorry, Brits), they went for the sappy emotional “Her grief is overwhelming” nonsense. I’m convinced that in the French version they probably told you stuff like population sizes, temperature, dates, life-spans, relationship to other penguin communities and species on the continent and other informative, documentary-sorts of things.)

Then there’s the famous Celine Dion example.

But compare that cartoon, which was nominated for an Oscar, to this year’s scramble of everyone in Hollywood to do what it takes for their Oscar.

But really, look at that cartoon, and then look at …everyone, everywhere. From the netroots to yesterday’s Ahmadinejad-clappers to just-over-half-of-Congress. Well, way-over-half-of-Congress.