Snubbed: An Oscar Tale
There was a hushed confidence about Albert Brooks this morning. Oscar nomination was in the bag, right?
He tried to follow his usual morning routine: Walking Jack, cleaning up, reading the Hollywood Reporter. Then he hopped in his Lexus — no need to be ostentatious — and drove down to Morty’s, where he ordered a cup of coffee and poached eggs. The TV was turned to the Oscar telecast, and when his name didn’t come up, he did his best to mask the disappointment. In one smooth motion, he picked up his knife, wiped it, and ran it down the arm of the nearest patron, slicing the brachial artery and staining the floor with blood. “It’s done,” he said. That fucker von Sydow was next.
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