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.
The Oscars may have snubbed his performance as Freud (and everybody else)
in David Cronenberg's "A Dangerous
Method," but Viggo
Mortensen can now claim the perhaps more
substantive Coolidge Award,
the annual career achievement honor given out by the Coolidge Corner Theatre.
He's in good company.
I just came from a screening of David Cronenberg's "A Dangerous Method," in which Keira Knightley as Sabina
Spielrein kicks and screams and laughs hysterically as she's dragged from a
carriage into the Bürgholzi Mental Hospital to be treated by Michael
Fassbender's Carl Jung.
Yesterday I went to a screening of "Young Adult,"
directed by Jason Reitman from a script by Diablo Cody, in which Charlize
Theron (an old hand at disturbed characters after her serial killer in
"Monster") plays a woman who is acutely depressed, alcoholic, and
self-destructively obsessed with a man she went out with over fifteen years