Steven Spielberg couldn’t have put it more concisely during his presentation of the Best Picture category last night. To paraphrase, he noted that whichever films did not happen to win Best Picture this year would join the ranks of numerous classics of the medium.
Was it preemptive damage control? I hope not. Why be apologetic? Was it lecturing? Maybe a bit, and I think a great many needed to hear it again (unfortunately). But it felt so incredibly inside baseball that it was probably completely unnecessary. After all, a very popular film won Best Picture this year. It seems silly to address a media concern (albeit one shared by plenty of cineastes).
Ultimately, the season ended where many thought it might, going way back to the early days of September. Some held out hope that David Fincher could take the lead in his field on respect and admiration alone, but Best Picture and Best Director will always be a better bet in lock-step. The real post-show discussion focused on the ceremony itself, which was, mercifully, a short affair this year. Just over three hours. But they were three kind of excruciating hours.
“Oh Sister, I have such doubts!”
Once again this year, Magnolia Pictures and Shorts International are teaming up to bring the Best Short Film nominees to a theater near you on February 11. It’s the third straight year of this partnership and it remains a stellar way of getting these otherwise fringe categories out to the masses.