And this is yet another situation where I realize that I need to get out and see more movies. Haven't seen any of the Best Picture nominations. I've probably seen no more than 5 of the nominated movies in any category. Kind of a disappointment, I know. Considering how many excellent movies there are in the world. So that also means I'm not particularly happy or disappointed when a movie/actor/director wins or doesn't win.
That having been said, though, Hugo is cleaning house so far. I think they're up to five awards. And we haven't even gotten to the BIG awards yet.
And I still haven't even seen Hugo yet. I feel like I should be happy for this movie, but I'm not.
Mostly I'm just peeved that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 wasn't nominated for more things other than the visual awards (note:
Although my one disappointment was Deathly Hallows not winning Best Makeup. Seriously?! It's wasn't the, you know, battle scars or the goblins or the werewolf or even the makeup for the 19 years later epilogue?! They got beat out by someone who made Meryl Streep look older. (Not that I'm ratting on Meryl Streep. She's fabulous and deserves everything she wins.)
About the Best Picture thing...I'm writing this about 15 minutes before they announce the movie, so maybe I'll change this after they announce it...I'm watching a little montage about what movies mean to people...that there's this universal search for the movie that truly connects to people, that helps them realize something about their life, that touches them in some way, that truly, deeply connects them to the world (whether or not that world truly exists).
The Harry Potter film series (I refrain from calling it a franchise; it's so much more than that) has touched millions of people, children of all ages, around the world over the past ten years. Kids have grown up with the actors on the screen, beginning in their early school days, and ending when they are about to take off into the real world and make their own adventures. It's helped kids to believe in all types of magic, even ones that don't have to exist in a castle in the north of Great Britain. And if that doesn't count as a reason to give it a Best Picture nomination, I don't know what does.
(Ope. Jean Dujardin just won Best Actor for The Artist. I actually am really pleased with this one.)
That having been said. There are many of extraordinary films, actors, directors, composers, costume designers, editors that haven't been recognized on this type of scale. But they have still touched people beyond what they believed a moving picture on a television or cinema screen ever could.
(Aaaaaaaaand Meryl Streep just won for Best Actress. This woman needs more Oscars.)
(Oh, God, The Artist just won Best Picture. I'm really happy about this. Only film made entirely in Los Angeles. First all black and white film to win since the twenties. Oh, wow....)
Anyway...I'm glad about the way these films were made; they were lovingly crafted, adapted in the best way possible for the amount of content with which the producers, directors, and writers had to work. You could tell that the actors and artists and technicians really loved working on these films. And that makes a huge difference in the final product.
They still bring about great memories of waiting months on end for the next trailer or the release of the actual movie. The camaraderie of watching the final film together and having an entire theater crying uncontrollably at any and all times throughout the entire movie. And still knowing that you had fun for ten years of your life, escaping into this fantasy world for a few hours.
That's what really matters.
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