Sound words from The Bagger
Reading through David Carr's coverage of last night's Independent Spirit Awards, I was taken by his closing sentiments, which ring true here at the end of things. I thought I'd point them out to you because, let's face it, it's been a tough road:
“The Savages” had a big night too, with writer/director Tamara Jenkins winning best screenplay and Philip Seymour Hoffman going home as best male lead – and the reigning belt wearer of the first annual Indie Spirit cage match.
He and Wilson had been mock-taunting each other from the podium all day and then Wilson got up to thank the crowd and then said he was coming down to settle things with Seymour Hoffman. He made good on his promise, but Seymour Hoffman, a former wrestler, was not about to be put down by a TV guy, and he ended up on top, butt slapping Wilson. It wasn’t pretty – let’s just say that both boys were selling a little crack – but it was pretty damn funny. After a season of pickets, a death in the family in the form of Heath Ledger’s passing, and just plain crabbiness, no one could say it wasn’t about time.
Red Carpet District is Variety contributor Kristopher Tapley's attempt at making sense of the ever-expanding glut of film awards coverage. He's been on the beat for six years. Email 
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