The Truth About
Toronto and Oscar...
The stark reality
of Torontos Oscar-making machinery this year, as most years, is
that there will be a lot more films slaughtered by this years
festival than helped. And the desperation of some media for a story
doesnt change that.
Please remember
that at about this time last year, the Los Angeles Times
alleged expert on the arena had Memoirs of a Geisha as a dead
lock with Rob Marshall's Oscar on his mantle. This years
dead-in-the-water Traditional Media tout is Bobby. At least Geisha
got the craft noms it expected.
(Note also that
the embargo break of the week came from Traditional Media's Miami
Herald, as Rene Rodriguez cracked the seal on The Departed,
all the while acknowledging that he wasn't supposed to do so. It's about
time someone started compaining about those damned can't-wait-to-publish
reckless newspapers!!!!)
Forrest Whitaker
is getting great notices for The Last King of Scotland, but
no, they are not anywhere near the raves for Heath Ledger (who
was the lock to win at this point last year) and Phillip Seymour
Hoffman (who took the lead with critics awards in December). That
doesn't mean he won't get nominated, but media hysteria outstrips real
hysteria in that case, amongst many.
The truth is, The
Toronto Strategy is being reconsidered by the top minds on the industry
side. Unless you have The Movie, which is to say, the singular
buzz movie of the fest (see: Sideways or the less awards successful
Far from Heaven), your film may not be helped for award season
at all by TIFF orgy week.
For instance, with
all the Penelope Cruz hum, you could believe she is a mortal
lock. But she is still clearly behind the un-TIFFed Streep, Dench, Mirren,
Bening, and the one other TIFF arrival, Kate Winslet, who is
an Academy favorite. It is not impossible for her to grab one of these
slots, but there is a problematic instinct to make pronouncements in
the middle of press-heavy moments like this that throw perspective to
the wind.
With due respect
to a lot of good movies, when you ask people what theyve loved
here, more often than not, you end up in a conversation about Borat.
And while I believe that Sasha Baron Cohen can be and should
be a serious Best Actor contender, it is certainly no Best Picture contender.
I love Volver,
but the Cannes-premiered film most certainly did not explode at Toronto.
The Almodovars were here, as was Penelope, and so was the press. Sony
Classics did a good job of keeping things rolling. But everyone is always
looking for an explosion. The problem with this kind of overly dramatic
thinking is that after the explosion, there are still three full months
of cleaning up debris before anyone starts voting on actual nominations.
The odd truth of
Toronto this year is that the biggest movie star here, aside perhaps
from Pitt & Damon, was Kevin Costner. And he wasnt
even here with a festival film. He came to junket, with Ashton Kutcher
and Demi Moore (who pitched Bobby a week before it arrived),
Disneys late September release, The Guardian.
The American
Beauty of it all is turning because nowadays, there are 10 such
films looking for traction. And not all of them can get it. The tools
of selling a movie and in this conversation, an awards movie
are generally more sophisticated than this. Miramax did fine
with Venus here, but they are still stronger with The Queen,
which wasnt here. The Weinsteins have lost control of the buzz
on Bobby by playing here. Sony found a commercial hit (Stranger
Than Fiction) and an awards miss (All The Kings Men) in a
hurry, with Pursuit of Happyness still in their quiver. The two
presumed big dogs of Oscar this year, Flags of Our Fathers and
Dreamgirls, plus The Queen, The Good German, The Good Sheppard,
Children of Men, The History Boys, Blood Diamond, Notes on a Scandal,
and The Prestige are nowhere to be seen.
Chewing on just
what is in front of us is convenient, but it is also lazy, stupid thinking.
But perhaps thinking is no longer part of it... just jump on and ride
like the wind... and let the reality come to pass when it chooses to...
and then ride that.