It all started with No Country For Old Men, one of the crappiest movies I've ever seen. It blew my mind when it was nominated but floored me when it won Best Picture. Best Picture? Who? Why? What?
You may know how many years ago that was, but I don't. I do know that it was the beginning of the end for me and movies. Since then I have found myself less and less willing to indulge in my former delight of parking myself in a dark theater and disappearing into someone else's reality for a couple of hours.
As the time has passed, a couple of notions have grown in proportion to my dissatisfaction with movies in general. One, who decides what gets made....I don't know, but I am not impressed. In fact, not only movies fall into this category. You can go back thirty years, and it is common conversation that there is nothing good on tv, so...why do they get awards every year? Seriously, why do we support this concept?
As the stories of the truly bizarre behaviors of stars become common fodder for the tabloids I have asked myself once too often, why do these people command such incredible amounts of money? Why do they then get nominated and televised, photographed and fawned, receive goody bags worth tens of thousands of dollars? Where does this money come from, you. That's right, because it doesn't come from me, I don't support them anymore. I just can't.
It has been a number of years since I made the connection between my purchase of People, Time and or any other "news" periodical and the paparazzi. That started with Princess Diana, when I quietly stopped supporting that madness by not buying their product. Over time, I have gotten use to not know who was getting divorced or wearing which designer.
Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a good movie, and I'm all for a good television show but I am also for a good education, good police, good firefighters, and last but not least, I am all for living in the land of the free because of the brave. I'm just not for honoring people who got paid way too much money to do a job that comes catered. Perhaps I am jaded from working their private affairs as a summer job while teaching?
That gives me a good idea. What if we had one, just ONE awards program that gave ONE award in each of these categories for all the rest of society? How would we nominate our favorite nurse? Our favorite crossing guard? Could we spare it? I know, I know, I'm dreaming. It's okay, it gives me something to think about while I am not watching the Academy Awards.
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