At his Vanity Fair blog, Stu Van Airsdale predicts that Tony Gilroy, writer/director of Michael Clayton, has a decent shot at winning the Best Original Screenplay Oscar that most assume Diablo Cody has locked up, and in so doing, reminds us that Gilroy wrote “a figure-skating opus 16 years ago.” That opus, of course, was The Cutting Edge, that staple of staple of self-pitying sick days (oh, is that just me?), starring Moira Kelly as a prissy figure skater and D.B. Sweeney as the hockey player hired to be her partner.
Certainly, I agree with Stu that Gilroy deserves the career award. I’m not really much of a fan of Michael Clayton, but I think as far as hokey sports romances go, The Cutting Edge is pretty much perfect. Above: a fan-created montage of high-pressure skating scenes. That part where he makes Moira Kelly cry right before they skate by saying, “It can’t be any harder to stay together than it was to stay apart,” and then she wipes the tears from her eyes and is like, “I’m in the mood to kick a little ass,” and then they do their ridiculous made-up skating move, and then kiss right there on the ice? It kills me.
Oh Karina…don’t forget about when they do like 150 tequila shots and Kate’s hangover is illustrated by her inability to remove her sunglasses, except of course at the shock of finding out that Doug has gone home with another woman. Moira Kelly had me dying to know what a hangover felt like.