Let's just cut the crap and the cord at this point and move along.
We get it; for people that loved the Oscars for their relatively long lives, the art form has moved away from those kind of artistic statements, and has moved on to the point of the major PRODUCT being THE important thing at signifiers like the Oscars. So be it.
There's been plenty of great works to go back to, revisit and get the nourishment from.
It's like what I've always said about rock and roll. There's enough great music that was made between November 1963 and the early 90's, that I can continue to explore great work I'm not familiar with. I get it. Later generations don't give a sh*t about it so it's done. Long live Jack White and Dan Auerbach, but it's basically over. That's ok; for every great record I'm familiar with from that time period, there are plenty of more that I'm not. So there.
So perhaps to celebrate both the art of film AND rock and roll, maybe we'll follow up the tragedy of the Ambersons with a Last Waltz viewing top end the evening. I used to see Robbie Robertson quite a bit while haunting the 3rd Street Promenade back in the day; i got to have some pretty amazing conversations about various stuff (like where in the world did Chest Fever come from), so yeah, Last Waltz it is.
I know; it's not Taylor Swift or Harry Styles. But I definitely need a little Caravan tonight.
Get off my lawn while you're at it.