I refer to the article, “And the best film goes to ...” (Feb 16). With the awards season almost up, culminating in the Academy Awards on Monday, the question again is: So what?
It has not been an eventful cinematic year, but rather much of the same if we consider the remakes, sequels and prequels. There was not really anything original.
When there was, it offered only a smattering of inspiration, and not in all categories. There will be no sweeping of the Oscars, as occurred with Gone With The Wind in 1940.
And there have been only a handful of films that have taken five of the top awards presented each year, including Best Picture, ever since.
With nothing that really stood out and so little to applaud last year, why not travel back in time and recognise the contributions of older actors?
Even here, only one deserving case comes to mind: Michael Keaton in Birdman, the man who twice played Batman and, in all fairness, a sentimental choice, considering his quietly unassuming contributions over the years; and perhaps The Grand Budapest Hotel, with its older cast.
So, will Oscar night deliver? I will not hold my breath on that happening, though there could be some surprises, as there normally are, but nothing that will move mountains.
For excitement, it is best to look ahead at the summer blockbuster season, which promises to deliver more than last year did, or at least we are told.
It has not been an eventful cinematic year, but rather much of the same if we consider the remakes, sequels and prequels. There was not really anything original.
When there was, it offered only a smattering of inspiration, and not in all categories. There will be no sweeping of the Oscars, as occurred with Gone With The Wind in 1940.
And there have been only a handful of films that have taken five of the top awards presented each year, including Best Picture, ever since.
With nothing that really stood out and so little to applaud last year, why not travel back in time and recognise the contributions of older actors?
Even here, only one deserving case comes to mind: Michael Keaton in Birdman, the man who twice played Batman and, in all fairness, a sentimental choice, considering his quietly unassuming contributions over the years; and perhaps The Grand Budapest Hotel, with its older cast.
So, will Oscar night deliver? I will not hold my breath on that happening, though there could be some surprises, as there normally are, but nothing that will move mountains.
For excitement, it is best to look ahead at the summer blockbuster season, which promises to deliver more than last year did, or at least we are told.
