by Harlan Jacobson
Of course, the best day I had at Sundance this year at the
32nd festival since Golden Boy took over the failing US Film
Festival held in Salt Lake City and moved it a half hour southeast into this
backwater resort town, was the day I decided to do my form of Gonzo journalism.
I went to morning ski at Redford's Sundance ski resort, about 45 minutes
outside of Park City.
After two years of
getting six out of six right, I slipped up in my predictions this year, getting one
wrong. In this case I didn't follow my thesis far enough and allowed for one
non-Harvey Weinstein candidate to win: Martin Scorsese for Best Director rather
than Michel Hazavinicius. So in the end Weinstein took four of the six top
categories - Best Picture, Director, and Actor for "The Artist," and Best
Actress for Meryl Streep in his "The Iron Lady."
Negative ads. Smear campaigns. Glad-handing voters. Intimidation.
Piles of money. And the cold dead hand of a master manipulator behind the
scenes. Yes, it's Oscar campaign season again. Not nearly as entertaining as
the donnybrook for the Republican Presidential nomination, but in many ways involving
the same tactics, dynamics, frustrations, and likely outcome.