My Oscar record remains intact.

Not in picking the winners.

In the fact that I had not seen a single movie nominated for Best Picture. Nor a single performance up for best actor or actress.

The truth is I was not in a movie theatre last year. The last flick I actually caught in a darkened movie house was Clint Eastwood’s “Grant Torino.”

Pretty good movie, although I found the cursing and racial stereotypes a little overbearing.

So now I suppose I will have to load up the ol’ Netflix account with some of this year’s winners.

On the top of my list is “Up in the Air,” with George Clooney. My wife thinks I have a man-crush on him. She might be right. What can I say?
The guy is just smooth.

Which brings me to my Netflix complaint. (And what’s a Monday morning without a little whine?) Wasn’t the whole of idea of Netflix supposed to be to alleviate the problem of a rental being out at the local video store.

So why is it now that every time you put something on your Netflix list, it politely informs you that selection currently has a “long wait.”

Guess it’s back to Turner Classic Movies.

Wonder how long before “Up in the Air” shows up there.