Reprise, Happy-Go-Lucky, Speed Racer & Wall•E
Grandma’s favorite overprivileged nihilist.
I feel ambivalent about the Oscars, I just don’t feel ambivalent enough. What I really want is to feel nothing, and instead, I hate them and love them, which is coincidentally how I feel about articles about the Oscars. They are a collosal con, and I want my cut. When I made a film years back, I confess to a practice Oscar speech or two, even though it was a film that wouldn’t be even be seen, let alone awarded. I believe it went something along the lines of: “Ladies and Gentlemen. Collected before me are all the worst type of hypocritical sycophantic liars, and now I’m finally one of you! Stop looking at me! I love you all! This award is meaningless, to myself and anyone in the world, and I’m keeping it! Thank you, and get out of my way!”
Wanting an award you detest is bad enough, but entertaining the notion of a best anything is just plain odd. Even if we could agree to that an Aristotelian material cause of beauty could lead to a formal cause of truth, Hume correctly points out that matters of fact, standing in opposition to relations of ideas, makes The Curious Case of Benjamin Button just fucking impossible to sit through.
But let’s say you’re Immanuel Kant, and you can somehow justify the ‘best’ moniker. Where this really falls apart is the technical awards. Carter Burwell, the composer of the soundtracks for Fargo, Gods and Monsters, and The Hudsucker Proxy, and the main reason that the Coen brothers’ films have any emotional component whatsoever, has never, that’s correct, never been nominated. I can live with the fact that Howard Shore was ignored The Fly and Naked Lunch, but for Silence of the Lambs, which swept in every other category? Not even nominated. Darius Khondji’s cinematography for Se7en? Not even nominated. Jean-Paul Gaultier’s costumes for The Fifth Element, designed down to the last extra? Not even nominated.
These last two baffling omissions are clues to what ‘best’ in this case means. Cinematography and Costume Award inevitably go to films set in the past, because this is what Grandma and Grandpa like. The awards, as you are no doubt aware, are in this case in determined by vote (and we all know how well that whole democracy thing turned out), specifically AMPAS members, who tend to be, well, old. Got a fanatical adherence to the 1943 Sears catalog? That statuette is practically sitting in your bathroom with guests surreptitiously closing the door, wondering if they have time to see exactly how big around it really is.
This demographic is all perfectly fine and good, but in addition to this, Grandma and Grandpa are going to pick the movies that ‘mean something’ over ones they actually like. While it’s a given that this is a group that will chose Driving Miss Daisy way before their going to pick Lethal Weapon 2, or American Beauty over the The Matrix, it’s furthermore the kind of democracy that chooses How Green Was My Valley (blecch) over Citizen Kane or The Life of Emile Zola over any movie ever made before or since.
Add to this the fact that membership in AMPAS is usually a sign of considerable wealth, and you get not so much ‘best’ as very specific awards for very specific things. The aforementioned Benjamin Button would be up for, say, Best Representation That A Very Recent Realization Through Haze of Mini-Mansion Knick-Knacks That There’s A Possibility That I May Die At Some Point Means That I Have Achieved Depth. The odds-on winner Slumdog Millionaire would correctly be in the Best Visual Fetishization Of Poverty To Serve The Dual Purpose Of Experiencing Guilt Over Exploiting India, And Expatiating Said Guilt Through The Story Of One Person Not Being Poor For Five Seconds And Making It All Better For Everyone Forever. In A Musical Or Comedy.
And, along these lines, I will be giving my awards for the year 2008 in such a specific manner. 2008 wasn’t a watershed year to be sure, and it had the specific disadvantage that all the good films were at the beginning of the year. Grandma and Grandpa may like dwelling on the past, but they don’t remember that far back. To wit:
Reprise, which came out here in the early part of the year, was a Norwegian film about two things that should not be interesting: authors, and coming of age. It’s a tribute to the energy of the cast and the filmmakers that it’s just a lot of fun to watch. It captures, exactly and deliberately, the feeling being young and having no idea what’s coming next, as it narrates in great detail what ‘would be’, leaving it a mystery as to what did or did not happen. It’s to the film’s credit that you don’t want to know. You didn’t see it, and you should.
The Take Reprise
$19.00
The Dark Knight was pretty good, certainly better than anything nominated for best picture this year (excepting the only film that would have won in a different time, Frost/Nixon). Not the greatest film ever made, or even in the top ten of the year, but better than Iron Man, worse than Tropic Thunder. Nevertheless these three films succeed, and I’m going to break with breaking with tradition and agree with AMPAS: Robert Downey Jr. and Heath Ledger, as with Johnny Depp in the Pirates movies (or anything good by Tim Burton, for that matter), are the reason, the only reasons these movies work.
Heath Ledger seems to be in way more of The Dark Knight than he actually is, and the film drags without him (think of the ‘action’ sequences, where the big finale is the batcycle turning around – oooh, a U-turn!) Robert Downey Jr., playing a black man impersonating a chinese guy, and pulling it off. The supporting actor (in this case literally)…it’s a category I would just prefer to leave to posterity. Please, don’t decide this award.
The Take: Dark Knight
$12.00
What if you were to put an indefatigably positive person in depressingly real circumstances? Take that a step further: what if you were to put that same person in a Mike Leigh film? With Happy-Go-Lucky, Mr. Leigh does what all filmmakers do when they make their best work: he makes a film he shouldn’t have.
Leigh, who’s been making the same slice-of-real-London movie for the last 30 years, accidentally gets in right by creating a character (with bafflingly snubbed actress Sally Hawkins) he has no business creating. I can’t explain the origins, but like Frost/Nixon, it’s a film where you only want to talk about what it means, rather than how it was made. At the end, you wouldn’t say: uhh, nice work, Mike. I…um…I really liked the light placement in the bedroom scene, but would want to know how one, how you, can live in the real, and sometimes deeply ugly, world and find a way to stand up. A film that is both genuinely inspirational, and curious about how to inspire.
The Take – Happy-Go-Lucky
$22.00
I had not heard from my friend Dante in quite a while, when I received the following email: ‘See Speed Racer. I think it may be the greatest film ever made. I’ve seen it six times. Make sure you see it in IMAX.’ That was all.
I took him at his word, and he was correct. Don’t get me wrong. I can see why people don’t like it. It may even be a bad movie, with wooden and convenient characters and a nonsensical plot. But there is nothing, nothing, even remotely like it visually in the last ten years.
The amount, complexity and speed of the images is totally unprecedented. It’s not so much a movie as it is an experiment designed to test a hypothesis: can people die from watching a movie? It’s like being attacked by bunnies while having a heart attack on acid. After being what can only be called assaulted, we walked in the neon mess of Universal City and thought – this is a beige place. If you’ve ever been to Citywalk, you’ll understand.
The Take: Speed Racer
$28.00
Best Narrative:
As I’ve tried to explain to my friends who steadfastly refuse to see it, Wall•E, besides being just plain astonishing, makes the political aspirations of Idiocracy look like Fox News.
It’s as much pure cinema as Speed Racer, a film with no dialog for the first half, but with a brisk and specific plot and a one-sided character whose simple doggedness connects to you in a way that ‘complex’ characters fail. It’s the best movie Pixar has ever made, working on every level and then some. All these things make it sound like a chore to watch, and the fact that the movie is anything but is an achievement in itself. It’s out on DVD, Nathan, Bob, and Adrienne. See it!
The Take: Wall•E
$120.00
Now I’m not going to watch tonight, partly out of protest, partly out of lack of invitations to any Oscars parties, and partly out of the fact that seeing the rerun of Law Order: Criminal Intent with Elizabeth Berkeley, one that I’ve just seen for the seventh time, is going be more interesting an eighth time than sitting through people sitting around and looking forward.
I will acknowledge, however, that it doesn’t matter what I do because the Oscars have already won. The real purpose of awards shows can be found in the ‘list’ shows on any given night of the E! Channel. Whether it’s The 20 Homeliest Child Stars, or 50 Best Bikini Model Makeovers, awards shows are about creating the ‘no way’ response. They’re designed to make you protest, like you would if you ever found out that someone, somewhere in the world, once bought a Dave Matthews record. It’s supposed to make you anxious, and it does. The only thing that could free you from the cycle of despair would be, I don’t know, some external validation.
Maybe an award of some kind…