So the Oscars are Sunday, which means I will again wonder why I get paid to write about movies when I am truly terrible at predicting the winners.
But I do love the Academy Awards — I love seeing what people are wearing, I love the Montage of the Dead, and I love that my phone rattles incessantly with text messages from friends who are old like me and therefore can’t go to Oscar parties because it’s a school night.
There are a lot of reasons to dislike the Academy Awards — most of the voters are (surprise!) old white men, the ceremony is always too long, and judging things like acting and directing is about as subjective as it can get. But, for one evening, a lot of the country is thinking critically about movies — everyone has an opinion on what makes a good film, what goes into a good performance, and whose makeup is the best. I like that, because it reminds me that most moviegoers DO have the capacity to be thoughtful, which is something I forget when “Transformers: Dark of the Moon” is the week’s top movie at the box office.
Yes, the Oscars are silly and overblown and ultimately unimportant — but, for a night, everyone takes a moment to argue about and ultimately celebrate a unique art form — one that finds room to recognize even “Transformers.”