Fifth about The Seventh

2013 Oscars Post Mortem

Despite (or because of) the many times I have mentioned how great 2013 was for film, at some point I just need to let go and move on to 2014. The Oscars ceremony last night seems the perfect reason to do so.

Regarding last night, Charles Dickens said it much better than I ever could: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity”. The closest Oscar race in ages proved out to be one of the most predictable in a long time; the lack of surprises was the only major surprise.

Not that there is anything wrong with that. So much quality around makes the game of choosing the best almost foolish; it must, however, be done in some way. (Or does it? Anyway, I digress.)

The ceremony itself was, as usually is the case, a mixed affair. It all begins with the choice of host; Ellen DeGeneres certainly has many fans, but I’m not one of them. While the choice of going for a looser, more informal presence is a good concept, I think the execution was flawed. Way too much time was spent in the pizza bit, and while it did yield some interesting (and unusual) moments, the time invested could have been better used.

Not all the fault is in her shoulders, of course. Some of the presenting pairs were downright odd and had little to no chemistry. The musical numbers were all interesting (since the songs themselves were good enough), but the choice of acknowledging just one of the many many many films that make 1939 a memorable one a bit arbitrary. Also, the thematic montages, always something I like to see, felt unfocused; the need of more than one suggested laziness.

The In Memoriam segment was, as usual, very emotional, as it reminded of how many talented people won’t create anymore. I was surprised and pleased when I saw the name of Eduardo Coutinho flash in the screen; he was one of the greats, and hopefully this may increase awareness for his awesome work. Gone too soon, like all of them.

Cate Blanchett, after giving the best performance of the year, bar none, gave the best speech of the night. As she said we need more films that are female-centric (even more, we need more films that are done by women). Lupita Nyong’O’s speech was a close second.

As for the awards themselves, I am satisfied with the results. I don’t necessarily agree with all of them, but I honestly cannot begrudge any single one. 12 Years a Slave deserves the prize. It’s an important film, but so much more as well. Gravity certainly deserved all of the so-called “technical awards” it got. (A word or two about that: calling them that, as is done very often, implies that there is no artistry involved. That’s a sad misconception, and nothing could be further from the truth; those are artists that are making aesthetic decisions, the same way that writers, actors and directors are. To call them minor is also a crime: film, as we know it today, exists only because those artists perform at the high level they do. They may not be as fully understood or perceived as some other aspects, but the experience would not be as complete or pleasurable.)

At the end of the night, no matter who won and who lost, filmmaking itself was celebrated; everyone that was mentioned, everyone that was nominated. That’s what I believe the Oscars are all about.

And now, forward to the best and worst of times, hoping, anticipating even, the next batch of great films, anxiously.

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