The Academy Awards ceremony Sunday night was excruciating. I love movies, and I fear the Oscars are only serving to further alienate the film industry from the American public. I realize I’m starting to sound like a commentator on Fox News, and that really isn’t my intent. But for Pete’s sake. They get a script about a woman falling for a fish, make a movie out of it, and it wins the Oscar for Best Picture. I sent out a tweet a few months back after I saw The Shape of Water. I think I said something like it was beyond me, and maybe I wasn’t smart enough to get it. Of course we all get it. It’s about inclusion, acceptance, being warm and fuzzy in the Era of Trump. (Everything’s targeted to the Era of Trump these days.) It was so transparent, in fact, it’s banal. Inclusion and acceptance are hardly new themes for film. It’s been done many times before, and better.
The ratings for the show continue to plummet faster than those for the National Football League. This year’s ratings were 20 percent below the show of 2017 and the worst ever for the ceremony. The show itself is widely panned, the monologues aren’t funny, the entertainment quality of the show is marginal at best, and, oh yes, the show is way too long and way too filled with Hollywood types trying to affirm their own self-importance. And how many breathless, worthless red-carpet interviews do we really need to sit through? A bunch of films to which the public had little commercial response are awarded, and the people in Hollywood continue on their parallel universe.
There were a few tidbits of justice mixed in with the nonsense. Frances McDormand won Best Actress and Sam Rockwell Best Supporting Actor for superb performances in Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. For my money, Three Billboards was the best film of the year. Gary Oldman won Best Actor for a masterful portrayal of Winston Churchill in The Darkest Hour, a film that seemed to lack any real punch. And who can argue with James Ivory’s Oscar for Best Adapted Screenplay for Call Me By Your Name? Aaron Sorkin was also nominated in the adapted screenplay category for Molly’s Game, an entertaining and well-paced film in which Jessica Chastain gave an excellent performance as a leading actress that the Oscars somehow didn’t notice. Also largely overlooked was The Greatest Showman, a lively film loved by the public and that was a huge commercial success. But it was too simple and straightforward for critics and the Academy. The Greatest Showman received one Academy Award nomination for Best Original Song, and lost.
I noted earlier that inclusion and acceptance have been done in films many times before. I could name a number of films, but for reference see Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, released in 1967 and that earned a Best Actress Oscar for Katharine Hepburn. The film also starred Sidney Poitier and Spencer Tracy in his last movie. Tracy died just days after filming ended. Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner is recognized by the American Film Institute in its 100 Years…100 Movies list. The movie also contributed significantly to an ongoing and badly needed discussion of race in America. Maybe I’ve just missed it, but I haven’t detected much of an ongoing discussion or even a need to discuss relationships with fish.