You know, I haven’t cared about the Oscars for more years than I care to remember. Like pretty much all award programs, they are more politics and positioning than actual rewards for achievement.
The only slight surprise was that Martin Scorsese didn’t win, but then, that has a certain amount of post-predictability to it, too. “Oh, they’re all expecting that we’ll give it to him this year. Well, let’s just prove what mavericks we are, and dash their expectations! We’re so fresh and original–let’s give ourselves an award!”
Now that I think about it, I’m getting really, really bored with movies in general. They’ve become so much a product, and so interchangable with one another, that the choice to just not watch–and not care–is already half-way made. You’ve got your powerful, emotional drama, your wacky, high-concept comedy, your explosive special effects extravaganza. Year after year, they shuffle the cliches and the casting and dump the results in the multiplex.
The choice of what to watch these days is like the choice between fast food places. There are slight differences, but ultimately you’re getting something mass-produced by bored hirelings.
Bah, I say. Bah.