F Bombs Away

 

For those that are still paying attention, "Anora" is one of the front runners to win the Oscar for Best Picture.  It's got a bunch of other noms including somebody named Mikey Madison for Best Actress.  Despite my disdain these days for anything Oscar, I decided to give it a ride.

I must admit that I was entertained by this movie which walks the tightrope of being a drama and a raucous comedy.  Or should I say "fucking" movie?   Because there is a lot of that as a verb.  And an adjective.   And a noun?  And a dangling participle. If director Sean Baker was paid by the use of this word throughout the script, he literally would win the equivalent of a Power Ball.

Because the word is used a fucking lot.

Anora is a NYC sex worker.   That's the nice way of calling her a paid whore who...fucks...a lot.  One night at a sex club, she hooks up with a 21-year-old Russian with a ton of money.  After some fucking...the verb..., they actually head off to Vegas and get married.  Then they settle down in some fucking...the adjective...Long Island mansion.

But they don't live happily fucking after.  It turns out the boy is the son of one of Putin's oligarchs who sends some Russian thugs to break up the marriage.  By break up the marriage, they mean lots of fucking punches to the body.  The boy runs away, leaving Anora to fend off the cretins as best as she fucking knows how.

As I said, the movie manages to walk the fine line of drama and comedy, because Anora's dialogue with the thugs...punches to the face notwithstanding...is pretty amusing.   Indeed, I somehow found this all entertaining, so fuck me.  Is it the best fucking picture of the year?   Let's see what the Oscar voters say.  

In a now traditional lackluster Oscar season, "Anora" just might fucking surprise us all.

LEN'S RATING:  Three stars.

Dinner last night:  Leftover eggplant.