Was it delightful, cute, and charming? Absolutely. Did it make me think very hard? Not at all, and that’s fine.
It’s become a favorite annual tradition for me to do my best impression of every internet know-it-all and blunder boldly into predicting the Academy Awards outcomes among movies I largely ignored. However, this year I’ve actually seen a good number of the movies up for the statue? Weird.
You might think to yourself, as I did, ‘wow, that’s a helluva of a message go out on a limb for but a big one: regular ol’ humans are monsters all their own.’ That thought is never going to be revisited or justified in any meaningful way.
The issue is what Once Upon a Time in Hollywood culminates to in terms of a message and moral. Certainly, Inglourious Basterds culminates to a message we can all agree on: Nazis fucking suck.
If anything I feel like the benefit of art has always been to feel comfort and to make you feel less alone- to provide connection to other people. You may have had this experience by yourself, I may have had this experience by myself, but we can watch this together and we can share this catharsis and find renewed connection. That’s really what I hope to achieve.
It’s something I’m still aspiring to, that I’m really hoping I can achieve. I want my characters to be happy. I want them to have peace.
Gerry Maravilla doesn’t waste time. Not his own, and not his viewers’.