I realised this
morning that the Academy Awards took place at the weekend, and I hadn't even
paid it the slightest bit of attention. In times past I used to sit up and
watch the whole thing and take delight in trying to second-guess what might win
each category and award myself little prizes if my prediction was correct.
Usually, that prize would invariably be something alcoholic, which might
explain why I was so enthusiastic in my viewing. Plus, as long-time readers
might have noticed, I do like attaching myself to big annual events and making
my own little private party based around them (see - for instance - the US
Masters, the Super Bowl, etc..)
Thing is, as a fan of movies, I used to get caught up in the whole glamour and
glitz and excitement of the whole thing. It really did used to feel like a big
celebration of the art of film, with all the best exponents of that industry
coming together to enjoy an evening out where some of them were rewarded, but
all of them were appreciated. And I don't think that's the case anymore. Like
so many other cultural icons, it has lost itself in the ever-changing,
fast-moving world of the internet, where everyone everywhere has an opinion to
share and feels justified on forcing it on others online, and where we all pass
judgement on things the instant we see them, and then move on. No-one needs a
room full of mega-rich celebrities patting each other on the back nine months later
to let us know whether a film is worth watching, or is any good. We have all
made our conclusions on our own, and read the words of countless others who
have done the same. So things like the Oscars now feel like a bit of an
outdated, over-hyped waste of time.
I'm also fed up with the winners all trying to outdo each other when it comes
to sob stories, 'look where I am now' speeches and soundbites. If I think
someone is terrific at acting, it doesn't mean I want to know what they think
about the Middle East crisis, any more than I would want someone who is an
excellent butcher to be giving me their thoughts on climate change. If my mum
has dementia, I want to hear from an expert, not someone who is so caught up in
their own fabricated self-importance that they feel justified in spouting their
views from a podium. And I feel the same way about celebrities. Yes, feel free
to use your platform to 'highlight issues' but I don't need you to tell me
what's wrong with the world, and how you think we should fix it. Just pick up
your gold statue, thank the Academy, say something self-deprecating and funny,
and get the Hell off the stage.
The whole thing now strikes me as a grandiose, unnecessary, self-serving,
ego-driven and ego-inflating, shameless, inappropriate, elitist, snobbish parade
of plastic surgery and platitudes.
And that's why I'm glad I don't watch it anymore.
(But it obviously still niggles me, as I've just written 500 words about it
without pausing for breath!)
RC 12-3-24
Tuesday, 12 March 2024
Oscar Boredom, esq.
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