I love movies. I love India. Frieda Pinto is a knockout. Danny Boyle is a wicked stylish director who knows how to put great tunes and great colours together on screen.
I loved Slumdog Millionaire. I really did. It was the quintessence of "a good time at the movies".
And having not seen any other movies nominated for Best Picture this year I am probably under-qualified to vote. But it made me very sad to think that as good as this Mumbai slum film was that it was the best the world had to offer this year. Is it too much to ask that all movies be entertaining and touching and pretty to look at with good music and be pulled together with snappy editing? This is what now qualifies for special mention? This dominates the awards scene?
Now of course I understand the awards are a result of savvy campaigning and the general whimsy of an academy of artists. But still.
Nothing of particularly innovative or novel nature happened this year? Really? If not, then boo movies; if yes, then boo academy.
Maybe this weekend I'll rent Shakespeare in Love and see how that's aging.
It is just another step down in the process of my decreasing interest in films and those who produce them; there is a reason that television serials have essentially replaced movies in my house. And that's all I have to say about that.