Hi world, I’m C and it’s my turn to post. Like M, I had something else I planned to talk about, but the news has preempted me.
Now, E is the big Oscar Fangirl, but no one interested in the entertainment industry could help having an opinion on the biggest news in Oscar history, since… well, probably ever: Number of Best Picture Nominees Goes From 5 to 10.
My opinion? Shameless, tacky ratings-pandering.
There was a time in history when the Academy Awards were given to great movies, whether they were comedies or tragedies, popular hits or lesser-known artistic triumphs. In 1934, It Happened One Night (a family favorite, btw) won the awards for Best Actor, Best Actress, Best Director, Best Writing, and Best Picture.
It Happened One Night is a romantic comedy. When’s the last time you saw one of those win an Oscar?
Today, instead of awarding movies people like and have actually seen, four times out of five the Oscars celebrate small, depressing art house films which only people like E go to see (and she only sees them because they’re nominated for Oscars). Even when a heartwarming film that people really love wins or is nominated, it’s usually 1) dark, and 2) relatively obscure. Think Slumdog Millionaire or Little Miss Sunshine: these films may be lovely, but they’re not for everyone. And that’s what the Oscars are determined to be: NOT FOR EVERYONE.
Which is why this new move is so low. Why nominate ten films? So people will watch the show, of course. Because you know how it will be. There will be the five real nominations, and then there will be the five crowd-drawing nominations. Star Trek will probably be nominated. Sorry, Virginia: Star Trek will not win.
But I bet the fankids won’t feel so sure about that. They’ll tune in because, supposedly, there’s a chance.
Now maybe you’re saying “What about Return of the King?” But it took a juggernaut of three groundbreaking, remarkable blockbuster fantasy hits before the Academy condescended to honor one. And did they get any acting awards? Of course not. Benjamin Button is acting. Fantasy is not acting.
Maybe I sound bitter. Maybe I am, a bit. I’m sick of the attitude that because something is popular, funny, belongs to one of those things called “genres,” or God forbid, appeals to more women than men, it’s automatically lesser quality. The Academy are the people who relegated animated films to a ghetto category after their elitist world was shaken by Beauty and the Beast being nominated for Best Picture. They couldn’t risk that happening again!
And now they’re going to nominate Star Trek to get you to watch the show. How will they live with themselves?
Oh right. By only giving AWARDS to films that make you want to put your head under a blanket and cry.