UPDATE: Well, it seems Cracked was absolutely right. In a move that should surprise absolutely no one in retrospect, Oscar bestowed Eddie Redmayne and Julianne Moore with Best Actor/Actress honors at last night's 87th Annual Academy Awards, for playing disease-ridden screen characters and/or historical figures. Moore's win is especially grating, not because she didn't deserve it, but because she's already given at least a half dozen worthwhile performances, and since this year she happened to play a Columbia University professor suffering from Alzheimer's, the Academy finally decided to give her her due. (Like Meryl Streep in The Iron Lady, Moore was awarded for a film people respected but didn't particularly enjoy.)
As for the rest, I guess I really shouldn't be too upset that Birdman took home top honors for Best Picture, Director and Original Screenplay. It is, after all, a terrific entertaiment, with stellar performances and knockout cinematography. But its meta-tale of artists under pressure is as old as Fellini's 8½, and the illusion that it's all shot in one long, uninterrupted camera take has been pulled off before, in Sokurov's Russian Ark and Hitchcock's Rope. I'm convinced more than ever that every film today is a copy of something else, and that the only thing "original" about them is the way their stories are told.
So why didn't Boyhood win the Oscar for Best Picture? As far as I'm concerned, it was the only film released last year that broke ground in any way, this 12-year odyssey, shot with the same actors, of a boy growing up and the "moments" that make up his life. The movie may seem uneventful to the average viewer, but then again that isn't the point. (The point is: What do you do with the moments that make up your life? Do the curve balls steer you in the right direction or hold you back?) Boyhood was a labor of love for its director and actors and everyone else involved, and no other film aimed higher or accomplished more by saying so little. And that will be cherished and remembered decades from now while everything else fades into oblivion.
As for the show itself, we were attending a family function so I really didn't get to see much of it. But I managed to stick around long enough to hear host Neil Patrick Harris say of the Oscars, "Or, as I like to call them, the Dependent Spirit Awards." That pretty much summed it all up for me.
As for the rest, I guess I really shouldn't be too upset that Birdman took home top honors for Best Picture, Director and Original Screenplay. It is, after all, a terrific entertaiment, with stellar performances and knockout cinematography. But its meta-tale of artists under pressure is as old as Fellini's 8½, and the illusion that it's all shot in one long, uninterrupted camera take has been pulled off before, in Sokurov's Russian Ark and Hitchcock's Rope. I'm convinced more than ever that every film today is a copy of something else, and that the only thing "original" about them is the way their stories are told.
So why didn't Boyhood win the Oscar for Best Picture? As far as I'm concerned, it was the only film released last year that broke ground in any way, this 12-year odyssey, shot with the same actors, of a boy growing up and the "moments" that make up his life. The movie may seem uneventful to the average viewer, but then again that isn't the point. (The point is: What do you do with the moments that make up your life? Do the curve balls steer you in the right direction or hold you back?) Boyhood was a labor of love for its director and actors and everyone else involved, and no other film aimed higher or accomplished more by saying so little. And that will be cherished and remembered decades from now while everything else fades into oblivion.
As for the show itself, we were attending a family function so I really didn't get to see much of it. But I managed to stick around long enough to hear host Neil Patrick Harris say of the Oscars, "Or, as I like to call them, the Dependent Spirit Awards." That pretty much summed it all up for me.
A (relatively) short
one today, since you've no doubt already formed an opinion of what the Academy
Awards do or do not mean to you at this point. To sum up the blog's annual
stance on the subject, the Oscars a) are really nothing more than a glorified
high school popularity contest, b) pride themselves on celebrating that old "independent
spirit," c) sometimes rally around a unified theme, d) try to seem
"edgy" and "of the moment" only to revel in time-worn
clichés in the end, and e) celebrate everything that's mediocre about American
film. And yet, without fail, something will compel me to tune in, at least for
a bit, to see if all the tried-and-true traditions still hold. If you can
resist the temptation to check out even a part of the telecast for yourself
(and, let's be honest, who couldn't use a little Neil Patrick Harris fix every now
and then?), then congratulations, you're a better person than I am.
So. What can we
expect from Sunday's Oscar telecast? Well, aside from the usual
self-congratulatory acceptance speeches and bloated Hollywood memorials, let me
venture a guess and say, "more of the same." That's especially true
for the following three criteria:
Surprising Snubs and Foregone Conclusions
Read any reaction to
this year's list of nominees (announced January 15th) and you'll find the usual
uproar over who was ignored (No Jennifer Aniston for Best Actress! No Best
Director nod for Angelina Jolie!) versus those who were never expected to be
nominated in the first place (Laura Dern for Wild! Inherent Vice for
Best Adapted Screenplay!). You have your veterans (Meryl Streep, Robert Duvall)
and your first-timers (Benedict Cumberbatch, Patricia Arquette), your comeback
kids (Michael Keaton) and your sentimental favorites (Roger Deakins, him, had
been nominated a whopping 12 times
for cinematography without winning an award). And, of course, it just wouldn't
be "Oscar" without Academy members purposely turning their backs on past
favorites (cough*Amy Adams*cough*The
Hobbit* cough) and/or anything that
garnered too much success over the last year (seriously - no Best Animated Feature
nod for The Lego Movie? Is that
because of its $468 million at the box office or the fact that the climax of
the movie - SPOILER! - was actually filmed in live-action?).
Perhaps no other
snub this year, though, caused more controversy than director Ava DuVernay
getting passed over for her work on the critically-lauded, Martin Luther King
Jr.-on-the-march-to-Montgomery epic, Selma.
Couple this with the fact that Selma
managed to score a Best Picture nomination but nothing for its acting or
cinematography and it's no wonder AMPAS has come under fire for racial
inequality all over again. It's a hot-button topic that Oscar pundits like to
dredge up whenever they can. Never mind that Mr. John
Ridley, last year's winner for Best Adapted Screenplay (for 12 Years A Slave) is African-American,
or that Ms. Lupita Nyong'o, who won for Best Supporting Actress (for 12 Years A Slave), is too. Never mind,
as well, that Oscar has long since earned a reputation for failing to nominate
directors whose films were also up for Best Motion Picture honors. (Ten slots
for Best Picture but only five for Best Director? Hm. The math just doesn't
quite work out, does it?)
That so much talent
has gone unrecognized throughout the decades shouldn't come as much of a
surprise, however. Because at the end of the day...
The Awards Themselves Don't Actually Mean A Thing
Quickly now: which
film won the award for Best Picture last year? If you said "12 Years A Slave," congratulations
again - you're a bigger Oscar fan than I am (I had to look it up). Try to
recall every Best Picture of the past ten years, on the other hand - or Best
Actor, or Best Song, or Best Costume Design, for that matter - and it becomes a
stickier proposition indeed.
But that's just the
point, see: Winning an Oscar doesn't necessarily make you "better" or
more memorable than the next person. And it's hardly an indicator of how your
film will be regarded twenty, thirty years in the future. (All it really means
is: Academy voters watched your movie and a bunch of others, and then they
voted for you - or did not - depending on their mood at the time.)
Think about that. Is
the span of a single year really enough to judge how a film will stand the test
of time? Sure, John Ford's How Green Was
My Valley may have won the award for Best Picture in 1942, but it's Orson
Welles and Citizen Kane - now widely
regarded as the Greatest Motion Picture of All Time - whose countless innovations
continue to reverberate in the films of today. And while Norman Jewison's In The Heat Of The Night took top honors
at the '67 Academy Awards, does that make it "better" than The Graduate, or Bonnie And Clyde, nominated that same year? What about Annie Hall over Star Wars (1977)? Ordinary
People over Raging Bull (1980)? Shakespeare In Love over Saving Private Ryan (1998)?
It's the same for
actors, too. Just because Tom Hanks tapped out at two Best Actor wins (for Philadelphia and Forrest Gump, back to back), does that mean he's become incapable of
giving superior performances ever since? (Absolutely not; in fact, I'd argue Cast Away and Captain Phillips as better examples of the actor's art.) Or when Al
Pacino picks up a win for Scent Of A
Woman, or Morgan Freeman does the same for Million
Dollar Baby (or this year - fingers crossed - Julianne Moore for Still Alice), is that because they'd
finally given a performance worthy of Oscar's attention? (Not at all; by then,
that little gold statuette is simply validation for a lifetime of good performances
if nothing else.)
I could go on. (Did
anyone else realize Stevie Wonder's "I Just Called To Say I Love You"
won the award for Best Song the same year that "Footloose" and
"Ghostbusters" were also nominated?) Just don't be too hard on
yourself when you forget half the names of this year's winners by lunchtime the
next day.
Pushing The Envelope
To reiterate my
point from last year (and, to a lesser extent, from the top of this post): The
Oscars, more than ever, represent everything that is mediocre about American
films. Most movies these days are nothing more than carbon copies of previous
movies, either structure-wise or otherwise-wise. (Even the harshest critics of American Sniper failed to mention that
its war-is-hell/war-takes-its-toll central dynamic dates back to everything
from The Hurt Locker to All Quiet On The Western Front.)
2015's batch of Best
Pictures is no exception, but like Gravity
before them, the three frontrunners - Birdman,
Boyhood, and The Grand Budapest Hotel - at least try pushing the boundaries of
how those stories are told. Both
Alejandro González Iñárritu's Birdman
- with its high-wire cinematography, shot by Emmanuel Lubezki as if in a single camera take - and Wes Anderson's Grand
Budapest Hotel - with its flip-flopping aspect ratios, to match the span of
its story - are technical marvels as well as classical Hollywood entertainments
in their own right. And Richard Linklater's Boyhood
is the type of grand experiment filmmakers just aren't willing to make any more
- shot over a 12-year period, gathering his actors together once every year to
shoot scenes, so that we literally watch as star Ellar Coltrane matures before
our very eyes.
Any of these films
could make a case for Best Pictures That Could Actually Stand The Test Of Time.
Yet even they have their detractors. That Boyhood
is so matter-of-fact about its storytelling, for example (refusing, say, to kill off any characters for the sake of simple melodrama), is hardly in line
with the Academy's knack for rewarding films that are much more epic in
scope. Birdman might also be too
"personal" a project to satiate Oscar tastes (and Lubezki previously
proved his mastery of the long, uninterrupted camera take with Gravity and Children Of Men). And although I'm a big fan of Anderson's (as evidenced here and here), his quirky, uniquely idiosyncratic style
of filmmaking is a talent he perfected a long time ago. I'm all for splitting the
vote, however. Hey, Academy: How about Boyhood
for Picture, Iñárritu for Best Director and Mr. Anderson for Best Original
Screenplay? That way everyone gets a little something. And we wouldn't have to
regret it in the morning.
And the nominees
are... (winners have been bolded and marked with an asterisk)...
BEST PICTURE
American Sniper
Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) *
Boyhood
The Grand Budapest Hotel
The Imitation Game
Selma
The Theory Of Everything
Whiplash
BEST DIRECTOR
Alexandro G.
Iñárritu, Birdman *
Richard Linklater, Boyhood
Bennett Miller, Foxcatcher
Wes Anderson, The Grand Budapest Hotel
Morten Tyldum, The Imitation Game
BEST ACTOR
Steve Carell, Foxcatcher
Bradley Cooper, American Sniper
Benedict
Cumberbatch, The Imitation Game
Michael Keaton, Birdman
Eddie Redmayne, The Theory Of Everything *
BEST ACTRESS
Marion Cotillard, Two Days, One Night
Felicity Jones, The Theory Of Everything
Julianne Moore, Still Alice *
Rosamund Pike, Gone Girl
Reese Witherspoon, Wild
BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR
Robert Duvall, The Judge
Ethan Hawke, Boyhood
Edward Norton, Birdman
Mark Ruffalo, Foxcatcher
J.K. Simmons, Whiplash *
BEST SUPPORTING ACTRESS
Patricia Arquette, Boyhood *
Laura Dern, Wild
Keira Knightley, The Imitation Game
Emma Stone, Birdman
Meryl Streep, Into The Woods
BEST ADAPTED SCREENPLAY
Jason Hall, American Sniper
Graham Moore, The Imitation
Game *
Paul Thomas
Anderson, Inherent Vice
Anthony McCarten, The Theory Of Everything
Damien Chazelle, Whiplash
BEST ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY
Alejandro G.
Iñárritu, Nicolás Giacobone, Alexander
Dinelaris, Jr. & Armando Bo, Birdman *
Richard Linklater, Boyhood
E. Max Frye and Dan
Futterman, Foxcatcher
Wes Anderson &
Hugo Guinness, The Grand Budapest
Hotel
Dan Gilroy, Nightcrawler
BEST FOREIGN LANGUAGE FILM
Ida
(Poland) *
Leviathan (Russia)
Tangerines (Estonia)
Timbuktu (Mauritania)
Wild Tales (Argentina)
BEST ANIMATED FEATURE
Big Hero 6 *
The Boxtrolls
How To Train Your Dragon 2
Song Of The Sea
The Tale Of Princess Kaguya
BEST DOCUMENTARY (FEATURE)
Citizenfour *
Finding Vivien Maier
Last Days Of Vietnam
The Salt Of The Earth
Virunga
BEST CINEMATOGRAPHY
Emmanuel Lubezki, Birdman *
Robert Yeoman, The Grand Budapest Hotel
Lukasz Zal and
Ryszard Lenczewski, Ida
Dick Pope, Mr. Turner
Roger Deakins, Unbroken
BEST ORIGINAL SCORE
Alexandre Desplat, The Grand Budapest Hotel *
Alexandre Desplat, The Imitation Game
Hans Zimmer, Interstellar
Gary Yershon, Mr. Turner
Jóhann Jóhannsson, The Theory Of Everything
BEST ORIGINAL SONG
"Everything Is
Awesome" from The Lego Movie
"Glory"
from Selma *
"Grateful"
from Beyond The Lights
"I'm Not Gonna
Miss You" from Glen Campbell... I'll
Be Me
"Lost
Stars" from Begin Again
BEST PRODUCTION DESIGN
The Grand Budapest Hotel *
The Imitation Game
Interstellar
Into The Woods
Mr. Turner
BEST COSTUME DESIGN
The Grand Budapest Hotel *
Inherent Vice
Into The Woods
Maleficent
Mr. Turner
BEST FILM EDITING
American Sniper
Boyhood
The Grand Budapest Hotel
The Imitation Game
Whiplash *
BEST MAKEUP AND HAIRSTYLING
Foxcatcher
The Grand Budapest Hotel *
Guardians Of The Galaxy
BEST SOUND EDITING
American Sniper *
Birdman
The Hobbit: The Battle Of The Five Armies
Interstellar
Unbroken
BEST SOUND MIXING
American Sniper
Birdman
Interstellar
Unbroken
Whiplash *
BEST VISUAL EFFECTS
Captain America: The Winter Soldier
Dawn Of The Planet Of The Apes
Guardians Of The Galaxy
Interstellar *
X-Men: Days Of Future Past
BEST ANIMATED SHORT
The Bigger Picture
The Dam Keeper
Feast *
Me And My Moulton
A Single Life
BEST LIVE ACTION SHORT
Aya
Boogaloo And Graham
Butter Lamp
Parvaneh
The Phone Call *
BEST DOCUMENTARY (SHORT)
Crisis Hotline: Veterans Press 1 *
Joanna
Our Curse
The Reaper
White Earth
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