Every year I wait, practically holding my breath, for the announcement of the season (awards season, that is) — the Academy Award nominations.
I am not a regular moviegoer. In fact, I haven’t been to a seen a movie in a theater in over a year. I don’t use Netflix either. The bottom line is that I just can’t see myself paying $10-plus to sit in a nasty movie theaters with their sticky floors and smelly seats. Nor do I have the patience nor the time to view a pay-per-view or movie rental. I do follow the industry including the weekly box office totals — an arbiter of popularity if not of taste.
Well, today, I viewed the announcement during MSNBC’s “Morning Joe” broadcast — a much welcomed break from the usual ill-informed prognostications about the presidential contest. Much to my surprise, I vaguely recognized only two of the movies to receive nominations — “Michael Clayton” and “Charlie Wilson’s War”. Please don’t ask me about their subjects or plots lines because I couldn’t tell you either.
Wow, maybe the Writer’s Strike, with its possible disruption of the festivities, is a blessing in disguise; I certainly couldn’t see anyone tuning into what will probably prove to be a comparatively low-rated snooze-fest.
What happened? Is Hollywood trying to cleanse it’s tainted soul, which is mired in popular low-brow muck, by elevating for distinction obscure arthouse films? They aren’t fooling anyone, let alone God.
Should we have a ceremony which reflects both popular taste and more aristocratic interests? Has the Internet killed the more thoughtful commercially viable American movie? I don’t have the answer. If you do, let a sister know.