It is true. The annual Oscar season has forged an epidemic of instant judgment and facile analysis that has become a fairly significant blight on the fraternity of film criticism.
Not everyone is guilty. In fact, most aren’t. But from where I sit, and speaking solely for myself, the initial quality-assessors of the industry have twisted their roles as measured, considerate analysts into something resembling auctioneers, barking verdicts and moving to the next thing. And this time of year, it seems the desire to offer that judgment first has murdered many a season’s darling.
This year’s victim, as I see it, is Peter Jackson’s meticulously crafted masterwork “The Lovely Bones.”
As of this writing, I have seen the film four times. The first occasion left me with a strong desire to keep things to myself. A few thoughts on Oscar Talk were as much as I was willing to offer. No, my opinion isn’t so sacred that it deserves such handling. But the film, in my view, is. And no one who has doled out a viewpoint seems to have been willing to let this film breathe a little before jumping to their conclusions.
Every now and then this season, I’ve sat down and taken on the fool’s errand of deciphering what 2009, the year in film, has been “about.” It’s silly because a given film year is the result of years and years of preparation and development, so to think a collective thematic consciousness settles in is a bit of a stretch.
As always, the year’s adapted screenplay race is much more competitive than the original screenplay race. But what’s intriguing to note is that of the anticipated “big four” still to be widely screened, three of them are right in the thick of this discussion.
When I had the unmitigated gall last week to
In recent weeks we’ve been covering the performance categories in this space. With little else of tangible interest, what else can we possibly discuss? It’s as good a time as any to take note of what we have on our hands. Be sure to check out our looks at
We’ve taken concentrated looks at the
A few weeks ago
Now is the time when everyone begins assessing the race at its beginnings, and the gist I’m getting is that no one really knows what to write about. Stabs at analysis end up being responses to other takes or rehashed arguments, and nothing really insightful is being brought to the table.
It suddenly occurred to me when I got a screening invite last week to
You might have noticed this morning’s round-up reverted back to “Oscarweb.” The big late-summer festival trilogy wrapped up with Toronto’s kudo-dishing over the weekend and on the other side, we face the long haul. The season is officially here. You ready?
The calm before the storm is beginning to subside. Can you sense it?
Another month, another step closer to the awards season. As the summer winds down and the industry slowly begins to square itself with the off-season’s
The Academy dropped a bombshell announcement mid-week, leaving a mixture of cheers and jeers as well as a number of questions that will be answered slowly but surely as a new Oscar season approaches.
It’s somewhat surprising that our
Ahh. The dust is settling. And on the horizon, just visible through the mist and waiting to drive us all up the wall once again: the 2009 Oscar season.
Well, this is what it all boils down to. I almost DON’T want to go on the record, but I kind of have to, right?
Anyone ready for it to all be over?
The nominations and all their ghastly reality are behind us. The first two major guilds have spoken. “Slumdog Millionaire” continues a long, slow (too slow for Searchlight) march toward Oscar, and ironically enough, the only film to win two awards at last night’s SAG ceremony was the one a lot of people were pissed got the shaft on Thursday.