Movies Vs. Television: The Tide Shifts Back
When Steven Spielberg introduced the nominees for Best Picture at the Academy Awards this past Sunday, he noted that in the history of the Oscars, the roll call of movies that didn’t win is just as prestigious as the ones that did. Maybe that was Spielberg’s way of acknowledging the inevitable: that The King’s Speech was about to take home the big prize, even though 10 years from now, movie buffs will more likely remember 2010 as the year of Winter’s Bone, Black Swan, Toy Story 3, Inception, and The Social Network (not to mention Dogtooth and Exit Through The Gift Shop). It may be cold comfort, but it is some comfort. Daring, rousing filmmaking losing to respectable awards-bait? That’s just Hollywood tradition.
Me, I was just excited to see so many quality films nominated. And it’s been encouraging to see those films do well at the box office too—and that includes The King’s Speech, a throwback to the kind of historical drama that was all the rage in the mid-’90s and then fell out of favor over the past decade. A year ago, I wrote a blog post in which I talked about how in 2009, a few of the surprise successes were “a slow-paced, offbeat, hyper-violent WWII movie with more than half its dialogue not in English…a crafty sci-fi action mockumentary that doubles as a commentary about immigration, an ultra-low-budget horror movie shot with the equivalent of low-light surveillance cameras, and an animated adventure-comedy about an old man and his floating house.” This year, I could say the same about True Grit (a western with weird, archaic-sounding dialogue), Black Swan (a movie about ballet that looks like a shotgun marriage between Michael Powell and Dario Argento), The Social Network (a talky drama about coding), and Inception (an uncommercial Christopher Nolan mind-game that he was allowed to shoot as a reward for making Batman movies, and as an incentive to make more). And though neither were nominated for Best Picture, I was also happy to see Martin Scorsese make a pile of dough in 2010 with the deeply strange Shutter Island, and a movie as well-constructed and thrilling as How To Train Your Dragon overcome a slow start at the box office to become one of the year’s biggest hits. There’s still plenty of crap at the multiplex these days, and a lot of that crap makes a depressingly large amount of money. But increasingly over the past two years, movie audiences have seemed willing to take chances on honest-to-goodness good movies.
Not everyone shares my upbeat mood, however. Last week, GQ posted an article by Mark Harris called “The Day The Movies Died,” in which Harris notes that for all the success of Inception, Hollywood studios don’t seem to be in a hurry to repeat the “let a smart filmmaker do whatever he wants” experiment. Harris writes:
At this moment of awards-giving and back-patting, however, we can all agree to love movies again, for a little while, because we’re living within a mirage that exists for only about six or eight weeks around the end of each year. Right now, we can argue that any system that allows David Fincher to plumb the invention of Facebook and the Coen brothers to visit the old West, that lets us spend the holidays gorging on new work by Darren Aronofsky and David O. Russell, has got to mean that American filmmaking is in reasonably good health. But the truth is that we’ll be back to summer—which seems to come sooner every year—in a heartbeat. And it’s hard to hold out much hope when you hear the words that one studio executive, who could have been speaking for all her kin, is ready to chisel onto Hollywood’s tombstone: “We don't tell stories anymore.”