Cinema Psycho

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The Annual Harvey Weinstein Ass-Kissing Party, aka The Oscars

Posted by CinemaPsycho on February 27, 2012

You know, I was all prepared to write a long rant about last night’s Oscars, but I realize now that I really don’t care enough to get worked up about it. Does it really matter? Every year Harvey Weinstein picks some film to push on the Academy, and every year they buy into it, whether the film is worthy or not. That’s basically what it’s become now. I really believe that most of the voters are thinking, “you know what, might as well vote for The Artist, because Harvey Weinstein is behind it and it’s going to win anyway.” Might as well jump on the bandwagon. I don’t even hate The Artist; I thought it was a perfectly decent gimmick comedy, and that’s about all. It’s like giving an Oscar to Mel Brooks for Silent Movie. I think the director and cast are very talented people, and I have nothing but respect for them (and seriously, check out their OSS 117 spy-movie parodies; they’re hysterical). But where Scorsese used modern technology to make Hugo an immersive cinematic experience, The Artist is the visual equivalent of an old RCA Victrola. Yes, let’s go backwards rather than forwards, that’s always a great idea. Let’s celebrate the balls it must have taken to make a film without color and sound! Give me a break.

So let me just ask you this simple question: how many of last night’s winners actually deserved it? Does anybody really think The Artist is the Best Film of 2011? Does anyone really believe that Michel Haznavicious is a better director than Scorsese, Spielberg, Allen and Malick? Does anyone really believe that Jean Dujardin is a better actor than Demain Bichir, George Clooney, Gary Oldman and Brad Pitt, or that he even gave a better performance than any of theirs? Did anyone on Earth even like The Iron Lady?? If you can answer “yes” to any of those questions without laughing, then you must know something I clearly don’t.

Honestly, what a giant fucking joke the Oscars has become. I have to wonder if Harvey Weinstein puts something on his ass to make it taste like candy, because the Academy seems to love kissing it every year.

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