The trees are coming into leaf, like something almost being said. The spring is here. The oscars are over. Life begins again. Cannes rumors are emerging.
The Academy awards fall only a couple of months before Cannes. So why do they feel so far apart in my head? Cannes feels like life and the Academy is quite simply death death death.
I'm sure that my idea of Cannes is romanticized, and that my idea of the Academy is concertedly jaded and adolescent. But this is not about them, its about me asshole.
There used to be a little rope bridge across the Atlantic. It linked Los Angeles to Les Alpes-Maritimes. The bridge was called the Best Foreign Language Film. No more though.
This years Cannes saw fisticuffs between the venerable Abbas Kairostami's Certified Copy and the blistering Of Gods and Men from Xavier Beauvois. In the end, a cheeky little dynamite merchant and architect called Apichatpong Weerasethakul snook it. Wow. None of the things which you just read in italics was even shortlisted for an Oscar. All of them should have.
Why would they do that? They seem to do it every year. Why do they want to be so separate from Cannes? I guess maybe they don't want to box in the same category as them? Maybe they just have different tastes? Maybe they have no eyes?
Even if they had no eyes, I'd be annoyed with those guys. Man, they missed so many beautiful films! Whats more they made thousands of other people miss those beautiful films. It makes me mad. But Cannes is round the corner. Last year is dead, it seems to say. Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
