February
13, 2002
6
Weeks To Go
There’s
a certain sense of ennui around L.A. this week. The real joy is in New York City, New Zealand
and Paris. And even then, the
Rings family has to feel a little roughed up, Polanski can’t come to
the party and Harvey Weinstein seems to be overshadowing (enter
your own joke here) his films, one of which he shares with Scott
Rudin, a balance of image that could become the one truly fun story
of this year’s awards season.
Personally,
I still haven’t recovered from the 5 a.m. alarm on Tuesday morning.
There have been a lot of nice things about the last 48 hours,
including the best traffic day ever at MCN, but the rain has kept on
dripping and so have Oscar reactions. It didn’t take long to dissect the carcasses
of the films that weren’t nominated.
And the biggest question remains... who cares?
It’s
a funny thing about the Oscar race. I do care.
It is fun. And when the films you love are rewarded, the feeling
is good… much more so than the negative feeling when the “wrong” films
are rewarded. It’s not cool
to care, but it’s fun. I have
no rooting interest in The Raiders or The Buccaneers, but I still enjoyed
the Super Bowl this year. Same
deal.
In
doing the charts for this week’s column, I found one category that is
actually going be interesting. There is no clear leader in the Original Screenplay category.
At first, you think it might be Gangs of New York, but
no, that seems iffy. Even though the film is the only Best Picture nominee to have an
Original Screenplay nomination, the combination of mixed feelings about
the film and real questions about whether it should be in the original
category makes you wonder. Pedro
Almodovar’s screenplay for Talk to Her and Alfonso &
Carlos Cuaron’s screenplay for Y tu Mama Tambien seem like
“happy to be nominated nominations.”
Somehow I don’t see Academy members – as opposed to branch members
who voted for the nominations – voting for a screenplay that requites
translation. Far From Heaven is more of a visceral experience than a wordy
one. That leaves the lifetime
achievement award for Nia Vardalos’ My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Hopa!
The
Best Foreign Language race will also be interesting. Hero could
be a secret weapon. But City of God, which is not nominated,
continues to rankle. Turns out
that the vote that kept the film out of the NY Film Festival was unanimous. And while that does suggest to me that the
festival that left Amelie out a year before continues to be a
bit out of touch, the responsibility certainly shouldn’t be placed at
the foot of any one person.
I’d
love to give you the old razzle dazzle, but I really don’t have anything
more to say today. I smacked
enough dumb Oscar spin around at The Hot Button yesterday and it really
is time to breath and gather a little perspective. So brevity will be my weapon of the day.
We’ll
always have O’Toole.
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David Poland