I can relate to Annie Proulx‘s sour grapes (“Blood on the Red Carpet“), although if I were her I probably wouldn’t have confessed to them. In a fair and aesthetically just world Brokeback Mountain, the film based on Proulx’s short story of the same name, wouldn’t have lost the Best Picture Oscar to Crash…and she knows it as well as anyone, and she’s furiously pissed about it. Truly first-rate writers don’t tippy-toe around their feelings, no matter how raw and unattractive they might seem to guys like David Poland, who thought at first that Proulx’s piece might have been taken from The Onion, and then called it “the ugliest Oscar speech ever.”
