I realize I never devoted any space
to this last year, so for those of you who do not know me personally, allow me
to be clear- I did not like Silver
Linings Playbook. At all. I didn’t think it was bad. Granted, the Indian Curry Racism Scene upon
whom the entire third act is based was blindingly stupid, but for the most
part, though bland and far too hammy, it was a fairly harmless movie when all
was said and done. What upset me was
seeing it get 8 Oscar nominations over the ground-breaking and revolutionary Cloud Atlas. THAT got me mad.
However, I accepted Jennifer
Lawrence’s Oscar as an apology for stiffing her for Winter’s Bone, still the girl’s best role to date, and I resolved
to move on and not let the negative feelings over the movie’s absurdly
overly-positive reception drag me down and spoil a new year of cinema. In fact, prior to the announcement of the nominations, my biggest worry was the The Butler would manager to get nominations despite being its own special mess.
Then came American Hustle. Once again,
I found myself sitting down to watch a David Russell movie with Jennifer
Lawrence and Bradley Cooper that had garnered nearly endless critical praise,
and had already beaten out several of my favorite films of the year for a
number of major awards. Once again, I
tried to remove the hype from my mind, and just enjoy the film for what it was
so as to form my own opinion. And
having now done that, I have come to one conclusion-
I don’t get it. I don’t get it AT ALL. Why?
Why have I now seen two stunningly average and okay movies combine for
an incomprehensible 18 Oscar nominations?
Why have Inside Llewyn Davis
and Much Ado About Nothing joined Cloud Atlas in the ranks of genuine
artistic accomplishments that will have next to no prestigious awards attached
to their names? WHY does everyone love
this movie so much? HOW can this be
considered a serious contender for Best Picture? How can anyone not be frustrated by Jennifer
Lawrence’s increasingly questionable career choices? Just……WHY?
WHYYYYYYYY??????
Okay, okay, sorry, give me a
minute. Need to breathe. Okay.
The degree to which American Hustle- both the film itself
AND its astonishing hype- frustrates, angers, and upsets me is a topic that I
could spend hours on. I will not do
that, mostly because I’d rather not speed up the inevitable hair loss on my
temple. Instead, in order for my
critique of the movie to be more pointed and focused, I am merely going to list
all the categories for which this movie was nominated this year, and will list
all the other movies, actors, and actresses, who were far more deserving of a
valuable nomination spot. I will not
bother to go into greater detail than that, because I expect this movie to fade
every bit as much as Silver Linings
will eventually fade, so more effort on my part would just be a waste of my time.
Original
Screenplay
More
deserving film:
Inside Llewyn
Davis
This one is particularly aggravating
to me as a writer, because the script, story, and plot of Hustle is a gargled, rambling, utterly incoherent mess. I’ll give this to Silver Linings, it may have
been bland as decades-old margarine, but at least it told a cohesive, tight
story. I never knew what was going on Hustle.
I watched this with my girlfriend, and every 15 minutes we found
ourselves asking each other what happened, only to realize neither of us had a
clue.
I am told they deliberately did a
large chuck of the scenes on an ad-hoc, improvised basis, and it shows, because
the movie absolutely gives up towards the end, throwing in the kind of stupid,
way-out-of-left-field, totally nonsensical plot twist we’ve come to expect from
the likes of Shyamalan. Some have
defended this to me by saying that the story isn’t the focus, the characters
are. That’s its own barrel of problems,
but we’ll come to that presently. All I
can say to that is, “Okay, so the story and writing isn’t supposed to
matter. SO WHY NOMINATE IT FOR
WRITING???”
Production
Design
More
deserving films:
Inside Llewyn
Davis
The Hobbit: The
Desolation of Smaug
Pacific Rim
To The Wonder
Wolf of Wall
Street
Much Ado About
Nothing
I suppose the movie does at least
feel like it’s in New Jersey, but given that it was FILMED there it would take
an act of stupendous anti-talent that even David Russell doesn’t have to mess
that one up. I can think of nothing
about the sets, lighting, or shot composition that deserves even the slightest
bit of notice. Seriously, what is
memorable about the sets here? How do
they add to anything? I do not
know. And I hope I am never capable of
knowing.
Film
Editing
More
deserving films:
Wolf of Wall
Street
Inside Llewyn
Davis
The Hobbit: The
Desolation of Smaug
To The Wonder
Much Ado About
Nothing
I suppose I should be grateful that,
unlike Linings, this one did not get
nominated for cinematography, but that doesn’t make the Editing nomination this
got any less strange, especially given how the editing in Wolf is one of the key reasons why it’s such an emotional
powerhouse, and should have been the one award that it waltzed away with. Like with the screenplay, the editing of Hustle only serves to make the story
even less coherent and its’ characters motivations even less easy to
follow.
Costume
Design
More
deserving films:
The Hobbit: The
Desolation of Smaug
Much Ado About
Nothing
This is actually one of the few
categories where, yes, I can actually see the reason behind the nomination,
because those 70’s area outfits are hilariously outlandish. But is that really a compliment when the
costumes are far, far more interesting that the actual people wearing them? If I wanted all terribly unneeded style and
no substance I’d go to a fashion show.
And The Hobbit had better
costumes anyway. Seriously, why all the Hobbit hate?
Best
Directing
More
deserving directors:
Joel
and Ethan Coen (Inside Llewyn Davis)
Spike
Jonze (Her)
Joss
Whedon (Much Ado About Nothing)
Paul
Greengrass (Captain Phillips)
Yes, it was a tight year for good
directing. All the more reason for
Russell to be nowhere near this list for yet another lackluster job. All the above films are far better products
than Hustle, and are all the distinct
works of smart and immensely talented and skilled directors. Words that I used to use to describe Russell
as well, but Lord knows where he’s heading if he can’t discover the same pool
of ability that helped him crank out The
Fighter.
Best
Supporting Actress
More
deserving actresses:
Amy Acker (Beatrice, Much Ado About Nothing)
Léa Seydoux (Emma, Blue Is The Warmest Color)
Carrey Mulligan (Jean, Inside Llewyn Davis)
Amy Adams (Amy, Her)
Oh
hi Jennifer Lawrence. Fancy seeing you
here. Again.
Look,
to a certain extent, I can understand the hype over Jennifer. Her lack of pretension is really great to see
in a profession that usually takes itself waaaaaaay too seriously, and she is
genuinely talented. But guys, come one,
we are pushing her to a level of sancitifed glorification that NO public
figure, no matter how genuinely nice or skilled, comes down from without at
least some scarring. We need to stop
pretending that every word that tumbles out of her mouth is some glorious new
prophesy of New Age, Fixing-Everything Feminism. We need to stop treating her like she’s the
perfect answer to every problem with gender representation in Hollywood. And, above all, we need to STOP praising her
and handing her oodles of awards for doing roles that she’s not fit for and
cannot pull off at this point in her career.
Other actresses just as talented have worked far harder and far longer
just to get one statue. She has done
nothing, thus far, SO incredibly special as to merit earning two in a row
before she can legally rent a car.
Please,
Jennifer, darling, once production of the last Hunger Games movies is over,
leave. Go far away. Take a two-year hiatus so everyone here can
calm the hell down and wipe the froth off their faces. Then feel free to
come back and do whatever you want.
Best
Supporting Actor
Alexis Denisof (Benedick, Much Ado About Nothing)
Will Forte (Woody, Nebraska)
You know, this particular nomination, like with costumes, I have no
problem with. Alexis Denisof and Will Forte would have been better choices; Will's turn in a serious role was an immensely pleasant surprise, given that I grew up watching him on SNL. However, I have to give Cooper credit for succeeding in
being the only person on screen who looked like he was having fun with his role. His character actually came across as a real
person, an overly-eager puppy-dog of an FBI agent with a bit of a sadistic
streak (and yes, the scene with the curlers did pull a laugh out through my disapproving
lips). Everyone else just looked like
they desperately needed more fiber in their diet. Carry on Bradley. Carry on.
So that’s two nominations now that I’d
give this movie. Congratulations American Hustle, you are officially
slightly better than Silver Linings
Playbook.
Best
Actress
More
deserving actresses:
Scarlett Johansson (Samantha, Her)
Adèle
Exarchopoulos (Adèle, Blue Is
The Warmest Color)
Emma Thompson (P.L. Travers, Saving Mr. Banks)
Screw
everyone who says otherwise, voice-acting IS real acting, and Samantha is one
of Scarlett’s best roles to date, and the girl already has a great track record
(so why hasn’t she been gift-wrapped an Oscar too, HUH???). Furthermore, out of all the performances I saw this year, no one gave it their all more than Exarchopoulos did for Blue. Love it or hate it, the weight she brings to the role is overwhelming to witness. And do I really need to provide anyone with a reason why Emma Thompson should be on this list?
Best
Actor
More
deserving actors:
Oscar
Isaac (Llewyn, Inside Llewyn Davis)
Tom
Hanks (Captain Phillips, Captain Phillips)
Robert
Redford (The Man, All Is Lost)
Michael
B. Jordan (Oscar, Fruitvale Station)
Joaquin
Pheonix (Theodore “Best Name Ever” Twombly, Her)
If you have seen ANY of the movies
above, you should be as bewildered as I am that Christian Bale managed to slip
into this category. Yes, his character
was amusing, but are we really going to set the bar that low for someone who’s
already won an Oscar to get a nomination OVER lesser-known superstars who could
use the career boost being nominated provides?
That is a fair argument for keeping Robert Redford and Tom Hanks from
the list, but not Isaac or Jordan. And
while Pheonix has been nominated before, his haunting, haunting turn in Her is more than enough of an argument
for him to have been the one actor to get a second straight nomination this
year.
Bale, I love you, but this should
not have been an awards year for you.
Best
Picture
More
deserving films:
Inside Llewyn
Davis
Much Ado About
Nothing
All Is Lost
Fruitvale
Station
American
Hustle is an hour shorter than Wolf and Blue, and yet feels like it’s an
hour longer than either of those marathons.
And when that happens, there is a problem with your movie. There are some decent parts, even some great
scenes (the best one, rather pathetically, brought by Robert De Niro giving as
little effort as a man can possibly bring to a role), but none of them
coalesce. The fault of that lies in its
many disparate parts, and the result is that the combination of everything- the
writing, acting, directing, shooting, editing, and tone- is so garbled and contradictory
that, while the film is certainly a spectacle, it’s not the kind of spectacle I’m
comfortable seeing garner award after award after award. It is not a bad movie. Sometimes, it succeeds in being good. But great?
Best of the year? No. No no no no no NO.
Well, there you have it. American
Hustle should not have been an awards juggernaut, plain and simple, simply
because in over half the categories in was nominated in, there were at least 3
or 4 other movies with much better cases for a nomination.
Maybe it really is me. Maybe I just don’t operate on the right
wavelength. But who knows? Maybe next year’s Russell piece will change
my mind. I can see it now:
It will be called Bradley Cooper, Christian Bale, and Jennifer
Lawrence Wash David Russell’s Breakfast Dishes With A Rabid Dog Running Around
Barking. Bradley Cooper will be
nominated for Best Actor, Bale for Best Supporting. Jennifer will merely speak in broken Russian
for the entire film, repeating the phrase “Vodka, da?” over and over, and will
be nominating for Best Actress AND Best Supporting Actress (her character has
bipolar disorder- the other personality will be called Simeona, and she will be
a black South African woman with two heads who only speaks in Yiddish rhymes). The rabid dog will have the only camera for
filming strapped to its back the entire time, and will be nominated for Best
Cinematography. The script, consisting of
8 couplets on a single napkin, will get the Adapted Screenplay nomination. Bradley Cooper will have a subplot wherein he
makes a documentary short (which will, in and of itself, be nominated for said
award) about his demented mother, whose acid trips will be nominated for Best
Short Animated Film. The Editing Team
will consist of 5 apes wielding hammers, who will simply pound the cameras into
a pulp. They will, of course, be
nominated too. In the middle of the film,
Bradley will wish a Rollie-Fingers moustache into existence, earning him the
Oscar for Best Visual Effects. And at
the very end, instead of a credit role, Jennifer Lawrence will merely open her
mouth and emit a series of erratic dubstep beats, and the Oscars for Sound Mixing
and Sound Editing will be presented to her on a gilded platter by the Academy
president wearing a banana-leaf toga the very next day.
And we will laugh, and shout, and sing, and rejoice. And we shall repeat, over and over and over again, “All hail the Russell. All hail the Russell. All hail the Russell.”
And we will laugh, and shout, and sing, and rejoice. And we shall repeat, over and over and over again, “All hail the Russell. All hail the Russell. All hail the Russell.”
All hail the Russell. All hail the Russell. All hail the Russell.
All hail the Russell.
All hail the Russell.
-Noah
Franc