Week
Nineteen - 10 Days to Go
Dead
Horse Beating 101
The wrap-up, now
ten days away from "the envelope please," of the 2006/07 season really
isn't about the movies. It's about the frou-frou. It's about the media
plays that failed, the "Oscar bloggers" who had less to do
this year than in most, the flight of the Dartees, the laid-back success
at Warner Bros, the producers who get Oscars (word has it that all
five Little Miss Sunshine producers will be allowed to take the stage
at the Kodak if the film wins, by anointment of the Oscar powers that
be), the three nominations that Dreamgirls didn't get, and far too few
stories to go around.
But what about the
movies?
Well, everyone liked
something. Generally, the hate levels were down. And while nothing particularly
unexpected is expected a week from Sunday, there really isn't much opportunity
for anything remarkable to happen.
Really
think
hard. I know that the Royal You will be royally thrilled if your personal
favorite wins a major award or two. But what could possibly happen this
year that would blow the roof off the place? The Departed could win
along with Marty
but it's been so about Marty that the occurrence
would be "nice." Little Miss Sunshine could win Best Picture
and Best Screenplay
nice. Babel could win Best Picture and Best
Score. The Queen could win Actress, Screenplay and
nice. If Letters
From Iwo Jima wins anything, it will be a bit of a surprise
but
where is the constituency for the film in a nation that hasn't seen
the film?
It will be a nice
Oscar ceremony. The biggest danger is that Laura Ziskin will overproduce
the show, chasing an audience of under-30s who wouldn't know to tune
in if there was something remotely hip worth watching.
You want a starter
list for next year? Here you go ...
Charlie Wilson's
War, Che, Elizabeth 2: The Golden Age, Things We Lost In The Fire, The
Savages, American Gangster, Margaret, Sweeney Todd, Love In the Time
Of Cholera, Reservation Road, The Kite Runner, The Other Boleyn Girl,
Youth Without Youth, Synecdoche, New York, Lust, Caution, The Feast
Of Love, The Brave One, Margot At The Wedding, Eastern Promises ...
and I didn't
even look that hard.
But 2007 may well
be remembered as the year that the Academy unjumped the shark, which
is to say, the indulgence of The Season may actually be ready to hit
the rear view mirror. Of course, this doesn't mean that people who smell
the potential of victory won't still lose their mind every year, spending
more money chasing a statue than they will ever net on the movie. But
for all that is wrong with the system and for all that will always be
wrong with this high school beauty contest
the event seems to
have forgotten about promoting itself this year and people just voted
for movies and performances and work they liked. Short on love
big on like.
Maybe next year
only 75% of the contending films will hire the Dartees, suddenly aware
that only Cynthia Swartz' favorite (see Crash, The Queen)
will actually get a Best Picture nod out of the hire. Maybe Tony
Angellotti will get a reputation for good-mouthing movies. Perhaps
Michele Robertson will have a karma reversal, though I don't
know why she would. Maybe Terry Press will be the hot new consultant
in town, a Jet to the Dartees' Sharks. Could Lisa Taback push
Harvey or Sony back into the Oscar winner's circle? Perhaps Karen
Fried will see what it's like when Focus actually has a movie that
could work. Could Murray and Ronni and Nadia do anything but keep delivering
for their myriad clients? Will Block-Korenbrat and MPRM and BWR merge
to make MMBBRKWRR?
And will Alan Nierob leave Mel Gibson after Mel goes on the wagon and starts attending schul?
Can Tom Terrific rehabilitate himself? Is John Travolta in a dress just
a little too much information? Will Viacom A and Viacom B finally get
back together for the sake of the kids? Will Benecio del Toro be next
year's mortal lock for Best Actor? Can Johnny sing? Can Cate Blanchett finally win Best Actress for playing another Queen Elizabeth, her second
time at bat?
These are the important
questions
right?
Or perhaps we should
all spend the next week prepping to really enjoy Oscar night the way
we haven't in a while
a celebration of good movies and good people
with a lot of talent. Who wins? Who cares? It's a joy just to be there!
Sure, there will
be some sleepless nights for the poor schlubs (neither poor nor schlubs)
who actually have to worry about getting up and making speeches
or worse, not getting up and not making speeches.
Me? I'll enjoy the
prospect of falling in love all over again. Bitch and moan all I want,
it's the love that keeps bringing me back, the hatred in the media that
makes me sorry I did, and the movies that linger on that keep reminding
me
I was right in the first place. And that's all that really
matters.
The
Charts
Best Picture
Best Actor
Best Actress
Best Screenplay
Best Director
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