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I’ve been sitting here all week trying to motivate myself to create another Slacker’s Guide to the Oscars. I’ve, obviously, been coming up dry. I’ve watched all of the Best Picture films too, with a few days to spare. To the detriment of trying to watch the films nominated in the animated category.
This year’s list of movies has a lot of thought-provoking and enjoyable entries, unlike some years where the overarching theme is films that are depressing. But the words just aren’t coming when I try to commit my thoughts about these ten movies to paper. If you could crumple and toss Google Docs, I’d be wading shin-deep right about now.
Why is that?
If I have any followers out there, you’ll be the ones to have realized I’ve been having a problem since the last Oscars season with producing anything. But usually, the challenge of getting to all ten Best Picture movies spurs me out of a funk.
Not this year. This year is different.
It’s the first Oscar season in a while where I don’t have a clear favorite. There are four competing for my top slot – Barbie, The Holdovers, American Fiction, and Anatomy of a Fall. Time is running short and I can’t choose which comes out on top.
A nagging voice keeps saying “It doesn’t matter.” You could also add harsh and cynical as descriptions of this voice. But you couldn’t add wrong to the list.
It was clear from the nominations Barbie didn’t have a chance in hell of being considered a legitimate condenser. A billion dollars, reigniting a huge cultural phenomenon, discussing the objectification and sexualization of women, and exploring the need for women to have their own space to define themselves isn’t enough to warm more than a conciliatory spot at the table.
I’m not going to rehash the snub conversation. Plenty has already been said there.
I think my block is deeper than that since American Fiction, The Holdovers, and Anatomy of a Fall also don’t have a chance.
The Best Picture race isn’t so much a competition as it is an inevitability. Oppenheimer is going to win today.
And it’s not the Best Picture.
Yes, determining something like this falls into the subjective and relies heavily on personal feelings. I think we would all like to know what the Academy was feeling in 1999 since we, the audience, have been paying for their moment of optimistic whimsy ever since. Shakespeare in Love over any of the other nominees can’t be anything other than whimsy.
It’s not that I didn’t find Oppenheimer interesting. I did. It’s not that I didn’t think the performances were good. They absolutely were.
Did it need to go on for three hours to get its point across? No. I get that the source material went above seven hundred pages, but really this didn’t need three hours. Trimming even twenty minutes off the run time would have gotten us to the film’s point – Oppenheimer was a hero with a shining conscience and Lewis Strauss was an insecure, vindictive pissant.
Unless, of course, some of the time allocated to the damaging effects of McCarthyism had been used to discuss the morality and ethics of stealing and nuking land previously used for burial rights. That conversation seemed to have hit the cutting room floor. If the second half of the film hadn’t been dedicated to the moral responsibility and ethics of mass destruction, maybe that omission could have been noted but not be seen as a detriment to the film. This discussion should have been more than two lines in a three hour movie bent on creating a hero.
As Joe Koy pointed out (eye rolls welcome), Oppenheimer is based on a Pulitzer prize winning book, a credential none of the other nominees can boast. So I guess that’s enough.
If the Academy is sitting around wondering why the show’s ratings are down, they might want to take a look at how predictable they are becoming. People might tune in if the results weren’t blatantly obvious before the show airs.
Alright, ranting over.
I think I’ve managed to whip up enough motivation to come up with a brief slacker’s guide ranking of the ten Best Picture films:
Now, we’re getting into the hard part of the list, where I’m not sure the numbering system is going to be a really good measure. I could easily make an argument for any of these to win Best Picture, but since lists are the thing…here’s my best stab at the 11th hour: