This is the second year for these soon-to-be-venerable book trailer awards, and one thing is for sure: I’m still not a judge. How did this happen? Has Salon’s Laura Miller made more movies than I have? Is GalleyCat’s Jason Boog more handsome? I shall wait for next year’s invite, though I’m beginning to feel rather unpopular.
In the meantime, the finalists in each of the eight categories are here, and below are my personal picks for who should win what.
Book Trailer as a Stand Alone Art Object
The Orange Eats Creeps by Grace Krilanovich. I like this because it has the feel of an early-90s film school project. Low-fi, low-res, nothing but rough edges . . . and yet I have a suspicion that I know the general feel of the book after watching this.
Best Big House
Packing for Mars by Mary Roach. The part where the stinky teen screams “GET IT OFF ME!!!” pretty much sealed the deal for me.
Worst Big House
Wild Fire by Nelson DeMille. This feels unfair: just because it’s a “big house” book doesn’t mean that the “big house” produced the video. Still, this is a hilariously elongated example of everything not to do, right down to inserting cameos of unwilling movie stars.
Best Small House
The Instructions by Adam Levin. Blurry crap video is today’s 8mm film–it provides a sense of low-budget authenticity that may or may not be a mirage. Regardless, this clever use of action and minimal text gives me (I think) a feel for Levin’s personality.
Worst Small House
Pirates: The Midnight Passage by James R. Hannibal. This category is mean and we all know it. Now that I’ve said that, enjoy the hell out of this.
Worst Performance by an Author
Freedom by Jonathan Franzen. Looking thoroughly uncomfortable, he belittles the camera person by calling this useless exercise a “little video.” True, it’s not the Oprah show.
Most Celebtastic Performance
Suck on This Year by Denis Leary. Weak category. Didn’t know who else to pick.
What Are We Doing to Our Children?
Poop Happened by Sarah Albee. The only book in this category that thought outside of the bun(s).
The awards are handed out tonight at 8pm! Be there! (I won’t.)