(Sound familiar?) Some of this was the usual campaign nonsense, but more than one white person also suggested that I love “Moonlight” only because it’s a black film. It may be that the academy’s push to diversify itself by adding new members has paid off, but some of the ugliness that aired during the interminable slog up to Sunday night indicates that the academy remains deeply divided. Chazelle won best director suggests that last night was a squeaker. (Hello, “The Hurt Locker”!) Still, while the academy did give “Moonlight” best picture, the fact that Mr.
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I will never get tired of saying that.ĭARGIS But that’s the Oscars, isn’t it? They’re terrible and totally meaningless until the academy picks a movie we love. Last night showed that it can also be beautiful. That kind of disruption can be upsetting, even horrifying. Or else they do (bad jokes, cheesy musical numbers, careful political statements, predictable winners), until all of a sudden they don’t. I didn’t think it needed the award as proof of its merit - no piece of art ever really needs a prize in that way - and, in any case, I figured the academy would give it the standard art-film treatment: a screenwriting and supporting actor prize with the expectation of gratitude for just being included in the festivities. That is an outcome I must say I never allowed myself to contemplate, even though I fell for the movie early and hard. And despite the bizarreness, that feels extraordinary, too. Hollywood tried to wrest itself from history’s grip. Jenkins’s achievement - and, of course - the academy’s. That errant envelope deprived a proper reckoning of Mr.
Horowitz were under the most bizarre of circumstances. But I’m with you guys about what gentlemen Mr.
If we’ve learned nothing in the past 18 months, if not eight years, it’s that history is bigger than all of us and is always going to rat us out, forcing us to conform to its grip. That moment felt like the history of American entertainment distilled into an aside that I don’t even really blame Mr. That moment felt like a distillation of the politics surrounding Mr. What went down between the makers of “Moonlight” and “La La Land” was stunning and strange yet perversely, cosmically right for a night that began with Justin Timberlake’s telling Denzel Washington that surely he recognized the Bill Withers cover Mr. After Sunday night, the presidential election, the Super Bowl and, to a different but related extent, the Grammys, I’ve officially come down with outcome-oriented post-traumatic stress disorder - Ooptsd, as in upside my head. This is, what, the fourth time since November that the country has gathered for an evening of live television, only to be part of a rug-yanking ceremony. But something happened that seemed to simultaneously tell us who we were, are, believe ourselves to be. A fiasco? Nightmare? Accidental slip of the entertainment psyche? Act of justice? Honestly, I don’t know. WESLEY MORRIS Just to reiterate: THAT HAPPENED, an event that - wait, “event” is too mild. (Make fun of the stars in the room - that’s what they’re there for.) At the very least, you would think the academy, which has made real if confusing strides toward inclusion, would understand that its well-intended efforts seem a little hollow when a straight, white male host jokes about no one’s seeing a movie from a black director about gay black men. Among other things, it would be nice if it found a host who both was actually interested in the art and didn’t mock the movies. More to the point, it would be great if the academy finally solved its host problem. Jimmy Kimmel could pick up some tips on manners and crisis management from Mr. No matter how much I wanted “Moonlight” to win, I wouldn’t wish that kind of public spectacle on anyone, especially a group as pleasant as that behind “La La Land.” Some on Twitter mocked the “La La Landers” for having tears in their eyes, so it’s lovely that the filmmakers from both movies were so much more gracious. Horowitz announced that “Moonlight” had won (did you hear me?), but my heart also went out to the “La La Land” team. (The stunt with the tourists was a cringe-worthy moment of Marie Antoinette obtuseness - ah, look, little people!) Then it turned weird and glorious. MANOHLA DARGIS Most of the evening was weird and bad.
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