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2003 will be remembered
as The End Of The Academy As We Know It. The game changes next year,
as the Oscars move a month earlier and the entire awards schedule gets
shaken up. But for now
LET THE WEINSTEIN
AWARDS BEGIN!!!
There aren't many
surprises to chew on this year. The closest thing to an original thought
was the Director's Branch nomination for Habla Con Ella (Talk
To Her.)
The single worst
nomination of 2003 is Treasure Planet as Best Animated Film.
Treasure Planet is not only NOT one of the five best animated
films of the year, it is unwatchable for anyone over 12. Congratulations
to Tony Angelotti for shoving that one down The Academy's throat.
The second most
egregious error is the failure of City of God, one of the very
best films of 2002, 2003 and the last decade in general, to get a Best
Foreign Language Film,. The film was not eligible in any other categories,
since Miramax released the film three weeks after the qualifying period
ended. The film was pushed out of the New York Film Festival, so the
legend now goes, by Manohla Dargis, who is said to have walked
out of the film after 20 minutes. Harvey is quoted as being shocked
that the film didn't make NYFF, but ever since, his handling of the
film has been ham-fisted and for those of us who love the film, a horror.
(A brief aside
I am watching E!, where the "experts" are putting the exclamation
point in "IDIOT!")
Miramax got 21 of
the 40 nominations in the Top Eight categories, which is actually not
as bad as their four-for-eight run in Best Picture would suggest.
This column has
not been overly kind to Gangs of New York, but the truth is,
of ten nominations, the only two that I feel are unworthy are Best Picture
and, sadly, Best Director. There is no director in this era that has
not won an Oscar who is more worthy than Scorsese. But to give it to
him for a jury-rigged, Weinstein-cut, shadow of his vision of Gangs
of New York would be a true record books asterisk item.
Limited nods for
Lord of The Rings: The Two Towers will be talked about quite
a bit, but New Line should be happy to have gotten the Best Picture
nomination. Given the unliklihood of winning in any major categories
this year, Best Picture is all they needed. The campaign for Return
of the King begins today. Peter Jackson, the writing team.
Viggo Mortenson, Andy Serkis, Ian McKellan and the dominant female
character in King all become leading contenders for next year's Oscars
right now.
The real shafting
of New Line came with About Schmidt, the real lost film of this
year. Seeing the film limited to Nicholson and Bates and the nomination
count for Chicago reminds me of one thing
rely on those
initial instincts. When I first saw Schmidt, I walked out of the theater
saying that Nicholson would win the Oscar and that the film was not
a Best Picture movie. And I called Chicago as the movie to beat
in October, long before seeing it.
I was wrong about
Adaptation. It got all three acting nods, but no Best Picture
berth. A damned shame. But the elders of The Academy could never get
over that third act. (Either could a lot of young, smart people
who just didn't get it.)
Not only didn't
Antwone Fisher get major nominations. It got NO nominations.
Academy Rock has landed on Denzel. And it's not really funny.
About A Boy
did push Lord of the Rings right out of a Best Adapted Screenplay
nomination.
And although there
was only one Black person nominated in a major category, Salma Hayek,
Alfonso & Carlos Cuaron and two nominations for Pedro Almodovar
suggests that The Academy feels that brown is this year's black.
More on Thursday,
including actual rankings of the nominees