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Lamar's Blog 1/18/10 I haven't written a word about the Awards Season up until now, and the primary reason is that it's simply not been all that interesting to me. I'll freely admit it: after years of disgust with the Awards establishment's drift away first from commercially successful movies and then from niche movies that were great as opposed to ones that pinged their favorite issues or desire to adopt foreign children, last year pretty much did me in. Going into the season with the year's top grossing movie (yes, I'm talking about The Dark Knight) having also been my favorite film of the year and universally acclaimed, it was time for Old Man Oscar to wake up and acknowledge a movie that people had actually loved rather than shake his walking stick at them demanding that they love something they'd never even heard of instead. As you know, Hugh Jackman's cardboard batcycle in the Oscars' opening musical number was as close as Knight came to Best Picture at any major ceremony. And it's not just the Academy that's out of touch: all around the country, more and more random bodies of critics rise up and demand to be heard. And what are they saying? "Me too!" Sigh. It's enough to make a person, well, not give a damn. But I am a creature of habit, and I have followed this Hurt Locker lovefest of an awards season, including fast-forwarding through the Golden Globes last night (sorry, Ricky Gervais, didn't hear a word you said, although you did look almost as drunk as Harrison Ford and awfully pleased with the quality of your own material). Not that I believe what I saw will have any impact on what's coming on March 7 just as it did not reflect what we've seen so far, but somewhere between all those fast-moving celebrities and their poorly-scripted banter, I saw something like a phantom from the mid-90's: people winning major awards for movies people who don't go three times a week had actually seen! The Blind Side? The Hangover? Sherlock Holmes? Inglourious Basterds? Julie & Julia? Forbid it almighty God, the year's top-grossing movie as Best Picture-Drama? Wow. Now THIS is something worth talking about. Only three major awards went to movies that didn't either pass or some close to the $100 million mark at the box office, and only one (Jeff Bridges' win for Crazy Heart) to a movie that isn't close to the $50 million mark. And Heart has yet to see much release: I myself am dying to see it, and it looks like a movie audiences might embrace. Did any of these awards move me personally? The wins by Meryl Streep and Robert Downey Jr. were for performances that had meant a lot to me. |
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