7
WEEKS TO GO
It's The Movies,
Stupid
It's not over yet.
The Oscars themselves will be a big prize for someone this year. But
the real get right now is the nomination. And, ironically, in all the
endlessly increasing hype around the awards season (USA Today kicked
off their blog, written by their two very bright young reporters, Bowles
& Breznican, yesterday), every time a new answer arrives, it seems
to scream, "Na-na na na-na-na
we really aren't paying attention
to you!"
What's most fascinating
to me is the panic it creates in various journalists, who are now exposing
their fear in more and more informal media settings. In this atmosphere,
David Carr has quickly become the Dean Martin of Oscar writers, blogging
with a carefree disinterest in restraining word count and commenting
on any little thing that amuses him. Tom O'Neil has become the Joey
Bishop of the group. Anne Thompson is the Shirley MacLaine, part of
the club, but not always approving of all the boy behavior. Pete Hammond is the Sammy Davis, Jr., tap dancing faster than anyone else. Scott
Bowles is the Peter Lawford, slumming with the Oscar obsessives before
going back to life as a Kennedy. Jeff Wells is like Bing Crosby doing
a cameo in Robin & The Seven Hoods, hanging out with those kids
all the time. Roger Friedman, the fat Angie Dickinson, promiscuous to
a fault and sure to be forgotten in time. And that beats the analogy
to death
But the more times
the media is told it's wrong, the more intransigent we seem to get about
our positions. But only one vote really matters.
Two weeks ago, Capote was "out," behind King Kong. Match Point, and History of Violence.
A few guild nominations and Capote is competing for the win and Match
Point is dead with Kong monkeyed out of the race.
But what actually
changed? Nothing. All that happened is a small percentage of the community
was polled. And they found certain answers. We have no idea how close
other movies were, how strong the nominees were in vote count, etc.
We are still guessing.
And the lesson about
the internet should reverberate through the halls of the Old Media outlets.
It's simple. If people like reading David Carr, how right or wrong he
is in reporting perception will be irrelevant. If a person has fun on
the Oscarwatch boards, talking Oscar, they will go there and hang out
and "right" and "wrong" is not really important.
Even Crazy Jeffrey Wells earns what he gets by appealing to an audience
that responds to his obsessive diatribes, pro and con
if he drives
you nuts, it means you are reading him and as on TV, that "rating"
is all that counts.
It's not that none
of us are ever right about reading the temperature. Pete Hammond plugged
into a Crash wave coming right before it happened. But he also thought
The Three Burials Of Melquiades Estrada was going to be a surefire Best
Picture candidate. We all have those moments. To be frank, one mistaken
comment about a certain movie with a mask last year, which I stuck with
for just two weeks of 20 Weeks To Oscar continues to get thrown in my
face so often that I have to start seeing it as a compliment. It can
be frustrating when it overshadows all of my very early and accurate
calls last year. But I was hardly alone on Million Dollar Baby once
people saw it or on Sideways after Toronto. So the one thing that sticks
out for people is Phantom. But week in and week out, I have ideas and
feelings that I share with you and you keep coming back to watch me
guess Hollywood's weight.
This season, the
ferocity has been heightened by the perfect storm of more people in
the Oscar writing pool, more kinds of writers, and a season where there
is no true frontrunner, no true two-film showdown (though the media
creation of those showdowns often become true with enough hype and there
are a few of us who are still pushing that agenda), and no sure answers
about who will be crying come 6am, January 31.
What we do know
is that any prediction we make in Best Picture within these 8 is better
than 50/50 to make it. We know that The Constant Gardener, A History
of Violence, Match Point, and yes, Munich, are fighting an uphill battle.
But we also know that any one of our favorites (of course, we aren't
playing favorites, right?) could fall out.
And so, drama every
day. This one is a lock
that one is a lock
winning is a
lock
this one is dead
this one must be killed
everyone
thinks this
everyone know that
But the truth is,
it is a horse race. And there is no Secretariat this year. We in the
media and those in the guilds and critics groups have narrowed the field.
Only 7 or 8 are getting to go to the gates. But once the bell goes off,
the odds are set, and it's up to the movies, anything can happen.
So why does that
piss so many people off?
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