My hunch was not cheating me. A voice me whispered to the ear that the Academy, entity submitted to caprices, tejemanejes and graze you to him, that have not been missing in 82 occasions in which the Oscars have been delivered, a small surprise had prepared the friend Cameron. A message. A message that might sum up this way: "be content with more than 2.500 million dollars that you have gained with Incarnation and in spite of having given birth to the two most popular movies of the history; the pasta will be yours, but the glory you is going to take it ex-”.
And this way it was. There was confirmed the tendency of the first deliveries of awards, when The Hurt Locker/En was sweeping hostile ground in all the awards, popping in like a cyclone with the history of an artificiero of the Army of the United States who devotes himself to deactivate bombs in Iraq with the rash attitude of a toreador, always to the knife-edge of the razor, in an almost suicidal attitude. Later Incarnation was released, it turned into a phenomenon, into a boom that burst the box office, impossible to deactivate even for the personage that Jeremy Renner embroiders. A fact that it annoys: opposite to almost 2.600 kilos that Incarnation has kneaded, The Hurt Locker scarcely has gone on from the 20. The golden Balloons left us to all of stone on having endorsed, in the shape of trophies, the superiority of the fortunes of the Na'Vi in Box Office.
But I did not allow myself to cheat. And I have not been wrong. Hollywood takes a time raised to the car of the disobedience, perhaps for that one of the Age Obama, if for disobedience, in such a rigid country, and in a structure as stony as that of the industry of the seventh art, we understand the consecutive victories of Slumdog Millionaire, small, coloristic, vitalist tape; and of In hostile ground, movie of 15 millions of budget that he dares to speak about the war of Iraq without glorifying to the native troops, true that without not showing the suffering of the population, but in any case, with a tremendously disappointed vision either.
I will put the letters on the table and will admit that, personally, Incarnation impressed me much more than The Hurt Locker. I grant that Incarnation is designed for that, to crash. He knew, and it has been confirmed, that in Incarnation the academicians would see a mere entertainment vehicle, and that they would attack cruelly a simple script, without big boasting, that it offers to establish comparisons (Dancing with wolves, Pocahontas) and to speeches reduccionistas that I do not share. In spite of everything, I admit that his libretto does not have the complexity of that of his rival. In hostile ground I liked, but there happened to me exactly the same that with Slumdog Millionaire: not me parecce a movie, in normal conditions, to take 5-6 Oscars.
The best of the year, Up, is content with the categories of animation and sound-track. A pity. Some day will be passed of rewarding an animation tape; there will break another barrier, like that of Kathryn Bigelow as better director. With four so praised interpretive categories, the surprises, in this edition, it was necessary to look for them in in the rest of awards. I am glad that Damned bastards only it was bringing reward Cristoph Waltz: it does not deserve any more. Precious, excellent movie, takes two statuettes; I am glad the same way.
And I am glad deeply for the victory of The secret of his eyes like better foreign tape. She was my darling, but I praised myself in my football pools for The white tape dragged by all his baggage in festivals and awards. Finally, Hollywood has wanted to reward the most classic history. Here it has been left of innovations.
Anyway. The workers of Kodak Theatre will be pinched right now dismantling the platform, if it is that they have not finished, that there they are more efficient. Sweeping the filth of the red carpet and drying the Cameron tears. I imagine James sobbing of anger, unable to digest the victory of his ex-, thinking for his innermost thoughts: "but if I have revolutionized the movies, if nothing will be equal again! is it that you do not understand it?”. All this sat on a mountain of golden coins, which Uncle Gilito. Poor King Midas.
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