The insanity of awards season is upon us. The New York Film Critics Circle has announced its awards for 2017. The once prestigious body which often made more thoughtful, meaningful choices than the Academy — Charles Chaplin did win; so did Great Garbo, twice — has announced that this year’s best picture is neither the best directed nor the best written. And the best directed film is not the year’s best. Neither is the best written. And so it goes. This body of voters is comprised of four of the country’s most discriminating and knowledgeable critics. Is a puzzlement.
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“The wonderful thing about the Academy Awards is that they are fundamentally trivial. To pretend otherwise is to trivialize movies.” (A.O. Scott in “Are Oscars Worth All This Fuss?” from the New York Times, 2/24/08).
Coupled with this from his same article: “…I am…bothered by the disproportionate importance that the Academy Awards have taken on, and by the distorting influence they exercise over the way we make, market and see movies in this country.”
But my favorite passage in Scott’s article comes with his discussion of what is now called The Oscar Show. He comments on “the overproduced underwhelming renditions of the nominated songs.” Hear! Hear!
REMINDER for my readers in Akron or Cleveland or nearby: The Cleveland Cinematheque is showing The Earrings of Madame de… this Saturday and Sunday. (See Rick’s Flicks for December 22.)
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See you at the movies,