For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be trampled.
-Hunter S. Thompson
It’s that time of year when serious film aficionados bemoan the fact that their favorites were overlooked by the chumps that make up the voting body of the A.M.P.A.S. Those half-wit sycophants know nothing about the true power that lies within the art of cinema. They are too busy selling their souls over fancy dinners at in restaurants, setting up illicit rendezvous with young runaways of either sex, or else mailing out screeners with covertly attached small containers that house an Academy member’s chemical weakness. All in a pathetic attempt to have a majority of their peers make a subjective designation that they are the best/most popular at the moment.
Who am I kidding? Who wouldn’t want that lifestyle at least for a little while? A life where you gorge yourself on all manner of vices: food, sex, drugs, and movies (not necessarily in that order). And just like those ruthless egomaniacs, I want my favorites to win. I want my taste and opinions validated by Hollywood insiders: the rich, beautiful and powerful. It makes it easier to delude my savage ego when they agree with me, but I’ll be quick to shout down their incorrect choices with rude, cutting comments. What better way to inflate your own self-importance than to belittle others? And while it is too easy to make fun of Joan Rivers, I still find myself captivated by her pre-show countdown, fueled by an unnatural desire to witness the moment, live on television, when her facial epidermis will fall away as her skin’s elasticity reaches its point of no return.
In regards to Best Picture, it’s not even a contest since Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind wasn’t included. With that being said, I’m rooting for Sideways which was in my top five. The academy will pick The Aviator because it has the epic qualities that the voters enjoy. Million Dollar Baby is too small of film, but if the voters are still upset about the November election, they might select it out of spite, a symbolic middle finger to throw the conservatives into a tizzy. I usually see all five of the nominated best pictures and would have passed on the predictable Finding Neverland if I had been left to my own devices. It was not one of the top five movies.
Article comments
1 - SteelR
I picked *Sideways* also, and would be curious to hear your reasons. The Pinot Noir book is cool (Hooray for U.C. Davis enology!)
2 - El Bicho
I'm rooting for Sideways as Best Picture because I found the film to be without any flaws, especially compared to the other five in this category. It's a hysterical romantic comedy that hid its true nature until the very end when Miles got into his car to drive north. Plus, I have been a big fan of all of Payne's films, which shouldn't count but does.
Glad you liked the book. I was hoping to link to an actual bottle of wine, but Amazon must not have a federal liquor license yet.