2021's Oscar Nominees

Films with multiple nominations...
12	The Power of the Dog
10	Dune
7	Belfast
	West Side Story
6	King Richard
4	Don't Look Up
	Drive My Car
	Nightmare Alley
3	Being the Ricardos
	CODA
	Encanto
	Flee
	Licorice Pizza
	The Lost Daughter
	No Time to Die
	The Tragedy of Macbeth
2	Cruella
	The Eyes of Tammy Faye
	Parallel Mothers
	Tick, Tick... Boom!
	The Worst Person in the World

yay for Drive My Car doing well

Do we get to comment on other categories here? Haven't seen Get Back, so I don't know about that, but bypassing the VU documentary recalls the '90s, when they routinely ignored the one or two documentaries each year people actually saw and talked about. I really want to see Attica, though.

boo for Being the Ricardos and Tammy Faye doing well

This feels like one of those divided fields where some bullshit like Belfast gets best picture. (NB I haven't seen Belfast, I'm just assuming it's bullshit.)

Props to Campion for becoming the first woman director to be nominated twice for period dramas where women play the piano.

oscar snubs peter jackson yet again for best picture and best director for his long-awaited follow-up to the hobbit trilogy, get back (to the shire)

Now that the dust has settled, King Richard is this year's insanely over-nominated movie (alongside the expected Belfast).

I was no fan of West Side Story, but glad to see that one trounce tick, tick ... BOOM! here.

Props to Campion for becoming the first woman director to be nominated twice for period dramas where women play the piano.

― a man often referred to in the news media as the Duke of Saxony (tipsy mothra),

omigod

Nightmare Alley the first best picture nominee in lord knows how long that didn't get any nominations for director, acting, screenplay or even editing.

king richard should've stayed an hbo movie

King Richard and Nightmare Alley are the only two nominees I couldn't finish.

King Richard gets significantly better in the latter half when Smith's performance takes a back seat to the girls playing Venus and Serena.

voting for wss here even though i likely prefer licorice pizza, the rippling puddle shot lingers

Nightmare Alley's nod means I have to hold off ranking these just yet.

And (ugh) Dune.

campion now the only woman to nominated for best director more than once

I thought Kathyrn Bigelow's two big films would have got her two nominations.

Huh. Yeah, there are actually a couple directors I'm surprised didn't pull it off first. Bigelow, Penny Marshall, Streisand ...

Marshall and Streisand have never earned director nods.

Yeah, that was part of my surprise.

God, Being the Ricardos was so bad. So relieved it didn't get a BP nom. Did it ever occur to Sorkin to cast a comedian in the roll of Lucy?

As a Sorkin joint it's his most entertaining; I'd watched a couple hours of boozy, bitter Lucy on '70s morning talk shows, and Kidman suggested that side. Bardem was fine, even the Cuban accent. But the film has no reason to exist except awards.

I wish I shared your generous take. Felt joyless to me. Would have preferred to watch a film that celebrated her talents more (along with the bitter, boozy bits).

I gave up 45 minutes into that, the only parts I enjoyed were the ones with the writers' table sniping at each other.

I only resent that I found it as watchable as I did. But I will never watch it again or anything.

I only resent that I found it as watchable as I did.

This.

Make no mistake, had it crashed the BP line-up at (likely) Drive My Car's expense, I'd be whistling a different tune.

His complete disinterest in showing Lucy actually deliver jokes and be funny was galling, and made the extended sequences of Sorkin-as-Lucy explaining How Comedy Works particularly painful.

ROBBED pic.twitter.com/G6178HrxPw

— Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Deebo! (@CarmanTse) February 8, 2022

Every time a movie gets a best picture nomination but doesn’t also get a best director nod i think of this pic.twitter.com/I1Gpfilpnw

— Justin🦩Boldaji بلداجي (@justinboldaji) February 8, 2022

I voted for Dune because it’s the only one of these movies I’ve seen. (Between now and the deadline I probably won’t see the others.)

Many streaming services to which you might be subscribed offer them fwiw.

Overall, I’m just not that enthusiastic about a lot of these, and can be very slow on the draw. (Didn’t see Parasite until a few months after its big night, for instance.) I’m turning into the kind of person who spends more time with older movies he never saw or obscure modern ones that won’t win these awards or be nominated for them.

Of the remaining movies on this list I’d want to maybe see Licorice Pizza, West Side Story, and Drive My Car. If I’m honest; I don’t wanna see King Richard at all. The others: no interest based on what I know.

Which reminds me that I need to go see No Way Home this weekend before it exits theaters, or my son will never forgive me.

I'd write him out of the will.

how many minutes of drive my car's 3 hours feature spaghetti?

Saw Nightmare Alley in theatre yesterday with my mom and we were the only ones there. A movie can't get viewers the day after it gets nominated? sigh

thought it was bad though

the whole thing seemed cartoonish and false

Carnivale, HBO's two-season show about a grungy hardscrabble dust-bowl traveling carnival, was so much better

Saw Jackass 4 in an empty theater yesterday - even the best movies can’t fill seats rn

Introducing this year’s #Oscars hosts: Amy Schumer, Regina Hall and Wanda Sykes will emcee the Academy Awards. https://t.co/KugEfMo0a3 pic.twitter.com/e30Ar2AnkL

— Variety (@Variety) February 14, 2022

Meanwhile...

Am I doing this right https://t.co/CHqoOnQMR3 pic.twitter.com/FQbZJGQhdT

— Justin Chang (@JustinCChang) February 14, 2022

Wanda Sykes seems like a good choice for co-host.

I'm happy with Regina Hall in the mix. I'd be happier still if she already had Oscar nominations for Support the Girls and Scary Movie.

I watched over half of Belfast yesterday. It's the worst BP nom I've seen since Crash. Branagh can't write or direct.

CODA is feel-good pap. I liked the lead actress, and I wasn't terribly bored or annoyed, but this thing does not miss a single expected plot beat: there's the tough-as-nails coach who turns out to want what's best, the boyfriend who enacts a betrayal that exists only to be forgiven, the mid-film crisis (which goes curiously unresolved), the audition that begins disastrously before being turned around, and on and on and on. The boomer-sanctified soundtrack--Joni, Marvin-feels about three decades out of date, as well.

Coda, which sounds like the Guess Who's Coming To Dinner for deaf people

Confused swirl of "These Eyes" and "American Woman" going though my head as I skimmed this post.

haha

we warched coda last night & it felt like an extended “very special episode” of Degrassi Junior High

like, not as a takedown bc i did love Degrassi… but it was just so much more slight & clichéd than i expected. i love the scene where she sings for her dad, and sings & signs for her family, and i love marlee matlin always. but overall it was just kinda there & sort of bland. it felt more like The Fault in Our Stars or something

the arguable climax of "drive my car" is entirely in sign language, just give the dang oscar to "drive my car"!

ppl who know sign language have legitimate complaints about drive my car

oh, what are they?

It's 3 hours long, it's slow, no superheroes...

lol

No one’s really talking about how it might have been traumatic to see actual violence - not Hollywood pretend violence - on live TV. It was deeply unsettling to watch it, and to rewatch it as we all have. No one bargained for that.

— S.E. Cupp (@secupp) March 30, 2022

it was deeply unsettling to watch it, to rewatch it, to loop it endlessly on our immersive curved bedroom displays

I know what she means, real violence is definitely unsettling to watch. But — and I am not trying to be flippant — this to me really just looked like two guys at a bar on a Saturday night. So the degree to which people find it unsettling might depend on how much actual violence they've seen.

yeah lol i was more watching the mechanics of it all

how Smith delivered the slap (he fully delivered from the hip, that shit had to hurt) & how Rock absorbed it, even kept his hands by his side …

I mean, I was as unsettled if not more to know that the group that gave Parasite and Nomadland the top prize can still, on a dime, revert back to Marty mode.

i expect more from the man who played muhammad ali. ali never would've committed violence on tv

We're all sick of The Takes on this, but Kareem Abdul-Jabbar's is (as usual) a solid one: https://kareem.substack.com/p/will-smith-did-a-bad-bad-thing?s=r

On the opposite end of the spectrum...

The Slap and the Apology: Will Smith’s Most Important Performance
by A.W.

Will Smith deserved his Academy Award at Sunday night’s Oscar ceremonies — not for his mush-mouthed performance in King Richard but for his more instructive display of Millennial black male confusion.

No one should feel superior to what has been called Smith’s “lack of self-control” when he walked on stage and slapped comic Chris Rock, or to Smith’s teary-eyed conflation of shame and ego when he later accepted an Oscar as Best Actor. Both moments ripped the lid off the Oscar charade in which mainstream media pretend to uphold values they have abandoned long ago.

Smith’s outbursts also revealed the unhealthy standards that have overtaken our culture, confounding ideas about race, gender, and art.

Will and Race

Another Will — Will Packer, who produced the Oscar telecast — previously produced the third-rate race movies Think Like a Man, Girls Trip, and Obsessed. So this assignment was a career upgrade in an industry committed to flaunting political correctness, making race, gender, and liberal politics its focus. Packer’s mission to increase the show’s racial (black) quotient unbalanced its usual feminist, lefty bias.

Packer made this the hip-hop Oscars — where black American culture, today the most degraded yet politically manipulated it has ever been, would set the show’s criterion. (It was sponsored and broadcast by Disney/ABC, the network that, with shows such as Good Morning America and The View or prime time’s blackish and Abbott High, is most committed to race-based programming.) Hip-hop clichés ruled, from a DJ replacing the usual movie-theme orchestra (lest viewers mistakenly expect learned black musicians) to numerous black celebrity appearances and a raucous peanut gallery suspiciously miked to emphasize audience participation, as on the BET and Soul Train awards.

This was the setting in which Will Smith, the most successful movie star to emerge from hip-hop, took the front-row, king-of-Hollywood seat formerly reserved for Jack Nicholson. Hollywood tradition was revamped — ignored just like eight of the award categories Packer had eliminated from the broadcast. (Airtime was needed for Beyoncé’s musical tribute to Compton, home of Venus and Serena Williams and the setting of King Richard, depicted in a kitschy tennis-ball fantasia.) Packer made it Smith’s turf.

These are the terms by which Smith’s walk onto the stage continued the racial prerogative displayed last year when Regina King opened the show by strutting forth to proclaim her pride as “a black mother,” a narcissistic way of congratulating the Academy’s wokeness. Such a show of will — as in racialized resolve and determination — is acted out at the Academy’s behest.

Both Wills understand that hip-hop cred can be traded for Hollywood-hustler opportunity, but few others realized that its street primacy was inevitable. Former Oscar host Chris Rock appeared secure in his status as Hollywood jester, but his attempt at celeb bonhomie hit the roadblock of unpredictable hip-hop egotism. And so the personal drive and private motivation behind the world’s favorite swaggering verbal invention — knowable only through aggressive performance and creativity — resulted in what’s commonly known as a “bitch-slap.”

It happened on stage, but it resembled a behind-the-scenes, at-the-club rap battle. If America failed to heed Eminem’s 8 Mile and Joseph Kahn’s remarkable Bodied, about hip-hop ethos, all America knows that ethos now. Smith showed his superiority to Eminem after the slap, when he returned to his seat and shouted twice to Rock the lesson that the slap was intended to teach: “Keep my wife’s name out your f***ing mouth!” This was hip-hop — with a “Yes!” linking the two declarations. Smith, glib talent and untrained street actor, has never been more convincing than when announcing the shocking terms of the arrival of New Black Hollywood. Throughout Hollywood’s fabled lore (such as the infamous Jennings Lang–Walter Wanger castration dispute), only studio bosses talked like that. Rappers call such language “boss.” The drag world calls it “realness.” We are hypocrites to pretend otherwise.

Will and Gender

Equally unsettling was the Oscar show’s not-clever, unfunny feminism. Three female hosts representing a range of unpleasant post-Madonna, post-Pelosi postures hit bottom when Regina Hall’s skit reversed the sexual impropriety that has shaken the industry’s self-confidence and bared its double standards. (Wanda Sykes even got in a Harvey Weinstein jab.) But Will Smith, showing suave modesty that’s gone unmentioned, refused to participate in Hall’s lewdness. This reserve belongs to his quaint early style of hip-hop that sometimes acknowledged masculine, patriarchal discretion. That slap didn’t have to be an act of chivalry (although that, too, occurs in hip-hop) to express Smith’s indignation. It was part of Smith’s do-gooder psychological split — at its best in After Earth and Concussion and at its least convincing in The Pursuit of Happyness, Ali, and King Richard.

Will and Art

The acceptance speech and impromptu apology will stand as the most compelling moments of Will Smith’s career. But the emotional mash-up invites us to examine the very human behavior that the Oscars — full of self-righteous self-congratulation — have squandered. Could anyone reasonably expect civility from a show celebrating films full of the ugliest human behavior? Will Smith, this year’s Oscar representative, is another victim of the degradation that hip-hop (through showbiz and political manipulation) has inflicted on society — especially among black men. The Fresh Prince of Bel Air is clearly an upwardly mobile lie disguising the inner turmoil that came out of Smith on Oscar night.

It is disingenuous to expect Smith to be the Fresh Prince or to doubt his sincere confusion. If Denzel Washington’s phony evangelism — “At your highest point, that’s when the devil comes for you,” he warned Smith — represents advice from Smith’s best role model in the industry, no wonder Smith is in trouble. Yet that feeble grasping for black gospel fundamentals is preferable to the night’s most specious address: Jessica Chastain’s acceptance speech as winner of the Best Actress award for her role in The Eyes of Tammy Faye, a speech in which she simultaneously sought LGBTQ favor and threw Tammy Faye Bakker’s spirituality under the bus.

For a performer who began as an entertainer to receive Academy Award recognition only when he essays pseudo biopics of nonthreatening black men proves that Will Smith has always had trouble reconciling his own life with art. It’s a quandary unique to how black pop culture — hip-hop specifically — has failed to answer the needs of its audience and participants.

Even hip-hop comedian Chris Rock suffers this confusion; his dubious humor (why must a person’s physical appearance be the occasion for jokes?) makes the quiddities of black experience acceptable to outsiders — similar to the way conservatives admire the adversarial comics Bill Maher and Jon Stewart. No one could be faulted for seeing the incident as a slap-back at the showbiz establishment’s most obnoxious figure.

Ambivalence is the best way to feel about this. Instead of the Academy’s punishing Will Smith (who simply wasn’t mature enough to just walk out on the circus as Eddie Murphy did in 2007), some screenwriter should be inspired to help him in his search for art and for moral equilibrium. Will Smith has embarrassingly exposed himself. But he exposes the Oscars’ race-baiting hypocrisy, too.

that abdul-jabbar essay is horrible

it's like a summary of the worst twitter takes cf.

As for the damage to show business, Smith’s violence is an implied threat to all comedians who now have to worry that an edgy or insulting joke might be met with violence. Good thing Don Rickles, Bill Burr, or Ricky Gervais weren’t there. As comedian Kathy Griffin tweeted: “Now we all have to worry about who wants to be the next Will Smith in comedy clubs and theaters.”

an implied threat to all comedians, heavens

As someone who previously eye-rolled at Griffin's take, I probably sound like a bit of a hypocrite by endorsing this piece, but I felt that overall, he was coming from a place more sincere and nuanced than her "Won't someone please think of the comedians?!"

i suppose i’m not coming from a position where i could read a paragraph like that evenly

also need to stop reading about this at all

Fair. I felt like I was done talking/thinking about this some time around Monday afternoon, so I should probably just stop engaging with it, whether the source is reasonable (Kareem) or batshit (Armond).

should've figured that was who "AW" was

Kareem's take was sensible imo

I agree.

also, this growing Twitter consensus that no other celebrities (let alone people in general) should be allowed to voice an opinion about this is fucking weird to me.

The Smith Stan Army turned out to be more dangerous than the K-Hive or Swifties.

BTS Army could still probably take them though

The incident was way beneath the oscars - it was really disheartening and it cast a pall on everything that came after it, in retrospect even more so

but the whole ceremony was also beneath the oscars: the shocking disregard for and dismissal of films, the horrible sound quality of the musical numbers, the relegation of multiple categories to pre-taped segments, the allowance of random non-film people to banter at length while winners like Hamaguchi were played off the stage (three times!)

Too many sex criminals have won Oscars for anything to be beneath them.

wait Jessica Chastain won best actress for Eyes of Tammy Faye? it felt like she was doing a bad SNL character that whole movie.

Wait 'til you see what took the two screenplay awards...

I think this was the worst bunch of nominated best pictures in decades.

Yea these flicks just don't slap

Hard to compare 10 films against 10, but scanning the last few years, some of them look just as mediocre to me.

I've seen far worse years.

what was the Crash year

really incredibly great:
power of the dog
drive my car
west side story
licorice pizza

good but wandered into the wrong class:
dune
nightmare alley

no:
king richard
don't look up
coda

absolutely fucking not:
belfast

better than most years for me idk

I only saw five of the 10, but four of them were somewhere between okay and good, and that's about a normal year.

2018 was waaay worse.

2018's Oscar Nominees

Haven't seen Drive My Car or Licorice Pizza yet, but on the whole this year's batch looked to be just about as decent-to-mediocre, on the whole, as most other recent years. The Power of the Dog is better than anything from the 2020 lineup, but even though I really disliked King Richard, I don't think it is really a whole lot worse than, say, Mank.

guess i agree with BradNelson here at least w/r/t to things I saw with the exception that I thought Belfast was good (though not great). finally watched Nightmare Alley this weekend and enjoyed it but it's no best picture fare.

Good to Great

Drive My Car
The Power of the Dog

Sound, Solid

Licorice Pizza
Dune
West Side Story

Meh

Nightmare Alley
Belfast
King Richard
Don't Look Up

The Hague

Coda

I give you 2008:

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
Slumdog Millionaires
Frost/Nixon
Milk
The Reader

Oh, come on: I'm no fan of CODA, but King Richard is definitely worse (for reasons I've gone on about upthread).

And yeah, 2008 is the all-time worst. That 2018 list at least had BlackKklansman.

CODA is shorter though.

2008 was the slate that made us all irate.

1975

Barry Lyndon
Dog Day Afternoon
Jaws
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Nashville

Personally, there's probably more there for me than the last decade of BP nominees.

I've heard 1975 held up as the best BP lineup ever, and it is hard to disagree.

It's got two all-time top 10 movies, so it scarcely matters that I run pretty cool on the other three.

Cuckoo's Nest (the winner) might actually be my least favorite of the five, and that is about the strongest thing that I can say against that film.

Well, 2021 may not be the worst year, but I think it's going to be the most forgettable.

There are 4 or 5 decent choices. I think Drive My Car will be remembered as the rare foreign film that got a worthy nomination.