It's that time of year when I admit that I don't watch awards programs; at best, they are nothing more than extended commercials for fashion designers, the studios and their films, and the award winners social and political beliefs. At worst, they are all of those things as well.
Of course, some are worse than others.
The SAG awards, for example, seems to me to be the most masturbatory of them all. Actors awarding actors. The voice toasting the echo.
The Academy Awards, however.....I don't know what it is that grinds my wheat about them.
I mean, there are always surprises; and I'm always grateful for the surprise. It flies in the face of all reason that some people win, even after all the studios have literally campaigned for the award.
But I think the chief reason is always this.....
The Best Picture Award is for people with really short memories.
The earliest release date for a nominated film was July 5, 2012. That was BEASTS OF THE SOUTHERN WILD, which had a total box office of 12 million dollars.
SILVER LINING PLAYBOOK was released in September
LINCOLN and ARGO in October
LIFE OF PI in November
AMOUR, ZERO DARK THIRTY, DJANGO UNCHAINED, and LES MISERABLES were released in December.
So, are we assuming that all films released from January to July were crap?
And let's not forget the ageless argument about genre.
I believe that we could arguably place SILVER LINING PLAYBOOK in the comedy genre, strictly speaking. But the rest......
At any rate......at least we have pretty people in pretty clothes with pretty opinions on pretty subjects, and a pretty orchestra to pretty much shut them up.
But I miss the streakers and the fake Native Americans accepting awards.
But I often wonder what those first awards ceremonies were like, with no television cameras; just a bunch of movie-town folk having dinner and handing out trophies.
But that was fun.
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Food Network. Post Culinary school. Boo. You want the Anthony Bourdain version of the Oscars. The reality and not the Kardash version. I have to remember and remind myself often the Food Network casts a wide net and Bourdain and smaller more knitch one. And the knitch one is the one I want to be in and hang out and have mass vodkas with and be associated with. But if not for the wide one I fear the small one would not have seen the light of day.
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