One of the editors here gave me a hard time for not getting more agitated in my Oscars nominations story about some of the slights, snubs and outright omissions on the list of candidates for the 82nd Academy Awards.
As the guy who said Fantastic Mr. Fox was not only the best animated film of the year, but the best cussin’ any-kind-of-film of the year, one would think I’d be peeved that the only recognition Wes Anderson’s stop-motion gem managed to get from the Academy was nods for best animated feature and best original score. No best adapted screenplay nomination (from the Roald Dahl book), no best actor for George Clooney, nor actress for Meryl Streep (they had to be satisfied with their respective salutes for the lesser endeavors, Up In the Air and Julie & Julia, instead).
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I really enjoyed reading this. Oh, Oscars..'When a child was just a child' (me), it (I) revered them as having a sort of objective finality in the conclusion of a movie's goodness. A symbol for the most perfect recommendation. It was a child, and now as it grows older, it sees the oscars as an entertaining bit of inanity, but the best kind of inanity that there ever was - that is, the inanity which is absolutely transparent but remains celebrated and relevant. Why? Why doesn't the student see through the forest of those golden human-like trees and walk right past (in his mental avenues)? Because I lovne movies and I love talkin about movies. I'll wear the inane, transparent dress if it means that I can expose my taste, naked. If all art presupposes an expression of geist, or freedom, then might the reflective (<- right word? - "'objectively'; from the future") celebration of the best art presuppose a sort of self-aware analytical free mind. If we free ourselves through the arts (or any expression) then what are we doing when we judge the expression, when we celebrate it? Looking over our shoulder (which is the present), waving and applauding at our freedom, feeling the warmth of its radiance beaming on our waving hands and maybe wondering - as we turn our backs into another year, another decade - how long they will burn and perhaps whether even they burn at all should there not be any living creature to perceive its glory - Oh, oscars. Poor, Mr. Fox. Maybe if he could just dig a hole and sneak into Pricewaterhousecoopers and prank the names just for the heck of it - oh, I'm pleasure-writing again. Peace, Ian IanJW
I was surprised that Nicolas Cage did not get a best actor nomination for his role in Bad Lieutenant. While by no means a perfect film, I enjoyed it immensely, and thought that Cage delivered one of his best and most exuberantly eccentric performances in years. See it if you haven't! Alice215
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