It is therefore playable and flexible: cinema is henceforth a platform spectacle to be consumed at home, on a small screen, even on a phone or necessarily in an electric car. On the night of Sunday, March 27 to Monday, March 28, two Oscar-winning films mark this change: Sian Heder’s CODA on Apple TV+ and The Power of the Dog. by Jane Campionis on Netflix.
The first, a remake of La Famille Bélier (but starring really hearing impaired people), was crowned Best Picture, the second won the Oscar for Best Director. In keeping with the tradition that favors films with strong social content, two titles remain in a low register: CODA tells the story of a family of deaf fishermen whose daughter, the only one who can hear normally, sings. , and “The Power of the Dog” is a western based on the drama of a homosexual child. Of course, both movies are of good quality. But damn, what a lack of vitamins! Everything was expected, written, engraved in advance.
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Admittedly, Drive My Car was awarded Best International Film. That’s right, “Belfast” won the prize for best original screenplay. True, “Kopa” was singled out for editing and music. Ariana DeBose is now Best Supporting Actress for West Side Story. Of course, of course. What a candy distribution ceremony! Between the hilarious banter of the trio of pajama-clad actors and the comments about the cast’s dresses or Timothée Chalamet’s Louis Vuitton jacket opening across his skinny waist, it’s nothing more than the year-end Labor Council. We will evaluate the courage of such an actress who dared (wow!) to wear a blue and yellow ribbon on her index finger, or the position of the organizers, who required two negative Covid tests to have the honor of sleeping during the ceremony. . In an America criss-crossed by ill-named “Freedom Convoys” and threatened by the candidacy of a certified lunatic, Hollywood remains shy of first communion.
Fair in Neu-Neu
The great mass of the Oscars is a mothball tango: nothing but agreed upon, just well-aligned, always. When in 1973 Marlon Brando sends a fake real Indian to read a pamphlet that says it’s a scandal. When Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction is Forgotten in 1995 In Forrest Gump’s favor, it’s annoying. And frankly speaking, in 1977 awarded Rocky, Gandhi in 1983 or “Chariots of Fire” in 1982 it was as exciting as watching a tire go flat. To put things into perspective (and make myself happy), I think back to the Oscars of the 1930s, 1940s and 1950s: Frank Capra’s New York-Miami, Hitchcock’s Rebecca, That She Was Green in My Valley. John Ford, Michael Curtiz’s Casablanca, Elia Kazan’s Sur les Quais…
From now on, the Oscars are the Neu-Neu fair. Better watch the Razzie Awards two days earlier: Worst Picture and Worst Actor of the Year. This year, the musical “Diana” and basketball player LeBron James received the “Golden Raspberry” – an exclusive mark of nanar – for his performance at Space Jam. I note that Will Smith is the only actor who has won both the Oscars and the Razzies at the same time. True, his film “The Williams Method” is odorless, colorless and tasteless. It’s not a movie, it’s a beef.