| Patrick ( @ 2007-02-26 15:37:00 |
| Entry tags: | artwankage |
I'd like to tank the Academy
I'm curious - when, for you, was the moment when the Academy Awards became completely meaningless?
Obvious 1997 is going to be a big milestone in the Oscars' Spiral Into Retardity (you like that? I just came up with that), since that's when Titanic cleaned up at the awards. All the little technical awards, yeah, nobody seriously had a problem with that. But Best Picture and Best Director? That turgid, glacially slow pile of sentimental garbage? Get your hand off it, James Cameron.
But I put it to you that 1994 was when the Devil finally paid out on the deal He signed when cinema sold its soul - the year Forrest Gump won Best Picture, Best Director for Robert 'Back to the Future II' Zemeckis and Best Actor for Tom 'Mazes and Monsters' Hanks. This heartwarming parable of how the American values of courage, acceptance and monumental stupidity were far superior to filthy Commie notions of intelligence and historical accuracy scooped the entire betting pool at the Oscars that year, and (it seems) went on to explain why George W. Bush became President not once but twice.
Yeah, sure, I blame Forrest Gump for Iraq. But more to the point I blame the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sentimental Whining About the American Dream In All Its Glory.
It's not like I was a huge Oscars follower before that point; at age 23, my main point of interest for films was the proportion of kung-fu to gunplay. But when Forrest Gump brought home the fatty bacon and millions worldwide flocked to watch Tom Hanks stepping in dog shit because this was the pinnacle of the Western cinema art... well, I became a little bit cynical about the whole process. Just a little.
For every English Patient, a Gladiator; for every Steven Soderbergh, a Ron Howard; for every Gwyneth Paltrow, a Halle Berry. (Okay, Paltrow's no great shakes, but I really liked Shakespeare in Love, so shut up.) And do not even get me started on fucking Akiva Goldsman winning the Best Adapted Screenplay for A Beautiful Mind when any right thinking Academy would have boiled him down for his essential fats after Batman & Robin and Lost in Space.
So forgive me if I can't jump on the Oscars bandwagon this year; it still smells like As Good As It Gets on the seat. At least they had Jon Stewart hosting last year to sink the boot into the establishment; this year they've decided 'gay but boring' is a better political statement than 'straight but interesting'. Whoot, etc.
So, how about you? When did you finally accept that the Oscars were a soulless travesty? Or have the scales yet to fall from your eyes?