(written by Clarence Ewing, winter 1999)
It’s always fun and instructive to point out the times when the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences makes a bad decision for their annual Best Picture winner. The Academy, to its credit, doesn't make a habit of giving its most important award to movies based on hype or something other than quality. It does happen, though, and as the years go by it becomes apparent just how bad or, as is more often the case, mediocre these films really are.
When Crash beat Brokeback Mountain and Good Night and Good Luck in 2005, one could make the argument that Hollywood played it safe by picking a movie that would not ruffle feathers. The English Patient, seen as sweeping and epic when it won in 1996, is now regarded as alternately tedious and pretentious (a sentiment, I'm proud to say, I held when I first saw it), while its competition Fargo has taken its place as a modern American classic.
1998's winner Shakespeare in Love doesn’t make a whole lot of appearances on cable TV movie channels, classic or otherwise, while its competition Saving Private Ryan has become a staple on the Memorial Day and July 4th viewing schedules. Another beneficiary of the Miramax marketing machine, 2002's winner Chicago, doesn't seem to get a lot of attention in the secondary viewing markets or among film buffs now. And when was the last time you read a gushing retrospective about 1985's Best Picture winner Out of Africa?
Time is the key ingredient that determines if a film is truly great, "great" meaning it still commands attention and admiration from some segment of the movie-going public. Hindsight being 20/20, it’s easy to second guess. There are times, though, when the American entertainment masters do get it right and hand the award to the film that, honest debates notwithstanding, truly deserved it. Such as these: