Yesterday I was on a serious high because of Sunday night. I am pretty dang pleased with the Oscars outcome and am happy that I didn’t find something to get butthurt about. A lot of people kind of let their nights get ruined over various shit. And people are getting ripped to shreds on the internet. Oh well. I watched the Oscars by myself and was happily nibbling on a giant heart-shaped York Peppermint Patty the whole time (half-price, post-Valentine’s Day). Over the course of a few days I developed a connection with Birdman, because it took me along for a captivating cinematic ride and became a part of me. So the Best Picture Oscar felt like a personal victory for me and was the most satisfying thing I’ve ever experienced with the Oscars. The day after watching the film, it felt like a warm memory for me, as though I experienced everything with those people. I know that I can thank the moving cinematographic direction for that; everything else fell into place around that stylistic choice. Performances, production design, music…the overarching vibe.
Perhaps this is because I was on the “winning” side, so to speak, but I actually was content with the ceremony sensation overall. I was among those who face-palmed over the fact that the female director of Selma didn’t get nominated, nor did any of the actors. Best Picture nominees normally reach that status because of the people behind them, right? And while Gone Girl wasn’t the best of films (though I enjoyed it more than The Theory of Everything), the gender-oriented grievances towards the Academy could have been avoided if the female writer had been nominated (it is a fantastic story). Still, the night turned out less offensive than was expected. This is not to say that I didn’t see a few issues here and there (Neil Patrick Harris carried himself well but apparently had a pretty awful script), but I’m not going to claw at the moldy corners of my brain to conceive some sort of argument wherein I, with strong conviction, condemn the event and various aspects thereof. I’m not going to be this person, who was probably so upset that Boyhood lost that she had go after the writer of The Imitation Game, of all people! His acceptance speech was beautiful, emotional, and straight forward. Why on earth would you nitpick and read into his words like that? Bitch. Anyway, I think the night had a nice conglomeration of acceptance speeches whether or not you want to antagonize people.
Now for Boyhood, Birdman‘s contender. Everyone knew it was a battle of the B’s. I haven’t nearly gotten through the articles that express supreme disappointment at the outcome. Some of the critiques about Birdman, the Academy’s decision, and the ceremony itself stemmed merely from the belief that Boyhood was unforgivably snubbed. Okay, I do wish that they would have given Linklater best director. Again, we could have avoided some backlash and I think he did deserve the recognition. But people are having a hard time accepting Boyhood’s loss just because of what it is. They are in love with what Linklater has done for Generation X throughout his career and want him to be honored (understandably), but more so they are exceedingly in love with the result of a twelve-year labor of love. For me, the result is just…watchable. That’s the word that comes to mind, and I am not infatuated with the concept in the way other people are. At least Linklater has some very lovely things to read on the Internet, and he can feel like the true hero of the cinematic year. Many seem to think that, as movies go through the test of time, Boyhood will be an Academy-snubbed classic akin to Citizen Kane and Pulp Fiction. They are seriously disrespecting Birdman and denying even the possibility that it could be a classic. They’re just mad.
Whether Birdman ends up being a classic or not, all I can say is that it did something for my insides. It was otherworldly. My happiness for this movie, its crew, and its cast outweighs any of my problems with the Oscars. I do wish Michael Keaton had won best leading actor, seeing as it was a tight race between him and that Eddie dude. Everyone knew that Julianne Moore would win leading actress, Patricia Arquette would win supporting actress, and J.K. Simmons would win supporting actor. Seeing Edward Norton at the Oscars was fun for me anyhow and I’m excited to experience him once again when I re-watch Birdman. Off I go back into this transcendental consciousness.
Photo caption: “You seriously couldn’t give me the leading actor Oscar? C’mon ya punks.”
One last thing: I’m giving pregnant Keira Knightley my non-existant best dressed award. I would give it to Emma Stone for the perfect color and design choice, but Keira looked so comfortable!