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’.
Lupita Nyong’o as Adelaide Watson has set the bar for all of next year’s awards here and now.
The movie is saying not only is a female hero here, it’s saying that they’ve been here all along.
The heart of it was always going to be in the humans desperately fixated on the screen hungry for that connection.