The
Hollywood awards season coming to a close for the year. After months of
campaigning, press tours and precursors ladled out by everyone from the National Board of Review and the
Hollywood Foreign Press Association (otherwise known as those weirdos
responsible for the Golden Globes)
to the Screen Actors’/Directors’/Writers’/[insert
other random film industry profession here] Guilds and the recent BAFTAs, we’re finally
approaching the queen bee of awards ceremonies: the Oscars. The star-studded,
at least three-hour-long event will be held tonight at the Dolby Theater in Los
Angeles at 7:00 PM EST. For those who follow or are involved in these sorts of
things, the arrival of the Academy Awards will probably come as something as a
relief, the end of an exhausting and seemingly endless process that began in
October with the announcement of the Gotham Independent Film Award
nominees and that, by the end, will
have spanned roughly five months; if you really want to get into it, awards
season arguably starts in January of each year with the Sundance Film Festival.
There was a time when I followed
the movie awards season with an obsessiveness that I now mostly devote to
baseball, spending hours on end scouring the Internet for even the most trivial
bit of news and memorizing useless facts (can you name every Best Picture
winner since 1988? ‘Cause I still can). I paid attention to the film festival
circuit, watching eagerly to see which movies garnered the praise and buzz
needed to propel them into the front of the Oscar race and which ones would be
worth catching in theaters whenever they eventually arrived. I kept up with the
latest “expert” prognostications from Variety,
Entertainment Weekly, The Hollywood Reporter, Indiewire.com
and all those other entertainment magazines and websites, and I read about the controversies
and industry
politics. I even used to come up with my own awards predictions, sometimes
months in advance, and to argue about all these things on Internet message
boards. Long story short, I was a total nerd.
I’ve gotten beyond that phase
now, though it’s not because I have any more of a life (trust me, I really,
really don’t); I just channel all that pointless geekiness in different
directions. Let’s face it: the Oscars are a glorified celebrity ass-kissing
party masquerading as an important, prestigious celebration of film. The amount
of time, money, hype and effort that so many people put into this
self-indulgent event, and the fact that an entire industry still essentially
revolves around it, is rather incredible. Besides, the awards season often
seems to contain as much political maneuvering as actual political campaigns,
complete with studio-paid
For Your Consideration ads, special screenings and luncheons
for Academy voters and press tours filled with magazine covers, interviews and
talk show appearances. It’s a media circus that renders the whole affair a
cynical publicity stunt and undercuts the idea that the Oscars are supposed to
be about artistic merit and achievement.