As any gay man will attest, The Academy Awards are THE gayest day of the year – the day is sort of like Pride, Christmas, your birthday, your anniversary and your cutest-outfit-and-best-hair-day all rolled into one. I usually refer to Oscar Night/The Academy Awards as the most important Holy Day of Obligation for gay men (those raised Catholic will get that reference). Anyhow, as everyone knows (I assume), the nominations were announced today. I waited, like all good gays, with baited breath…
(click on image above to see the entire list of nominees)
I was excited. You see, my beloved and I see a lot of movies. A LOT. We average between two and five movies a week, usually one or two in the cinema and a few more at home on DVD. I guess I was expecting to see some of my favorite films from last year nominated.
Imagine my horror when, upon reviewing the nominee list, I realized Martin and I had not seen even ONE movie nominated for Best Picture. Or ANY of the movies in the following categories: Best Actor, Best Actress, Best Actor in a Supporting Role or Best Actress in a Supporting Role. At least a dozen movies – more – all “Oscar-worthy” and we have seen NONE of them. That score changed, however, when I arrived at the Animated Feature Film category – we have seen four of the five films nominated (sorry, “Wreck-It Ralph,” you are destined to be a future Redbox rental).
I’m not sure what happened to me. At one time, I took pride in the fact that I had usually seen every movie nominated for Best Picture by the time the nominations were announced. I would never see a movie unless it was showing at our local art house cinema. I used to be That Guy, the one that viewed “Prospero’s Books,” ate up “The Cook, The Thief, His Wife & Her Lover” on the big screen and said “Farewell My Concubine.” I was a cinema addict; I still am. But now my tastes have changed…
Now I am the guy that sees movies at “Twilight,” likes to be “transported” in films by actors like Jason Statham and enjoys witnessing “Paranormal Activity” on the big screen. My sweetie and I love a good sci-fi pic – we loved “Prometheus” and regretted not seeing it in 3D. I LOVE horror films, especially ones that can kinda’ laugh at themselves, so “The Cabin in the Woods?” AWESOME! And the Avengers? On the heels of Thor, and Ironman? Perfection.
My taste in movies has clearly changed. Don’t get me wrong, I still enjoy a hard-to-decipher art house movie as much as anyone but now I prefer movies that let me escape, that allow me to imagine, that make me laugh and/or cry. Maybe my taste will shift back again but, for now, I want to sit in the dark, next to the love of my life and cringe at zombies, root on vampires and get weepy when Jennifer Aniston and Paul Rudd finally realize just how much they really mean to each other.
Perhaps I am a dreamer but I’m hoping that maybe NEXT year The Academy will finally acknowledge that Melissa McCarthy is the Meryl Streep of the next generation.