And “Worst Picture” Goes To…?

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By Scott Ross

While preparing my recent entry about Around the World in 80 Days I ran across a number of Internet articles naming it one of the worst movies to have won the Best Picture Oscar. Setting aside from the moment my own umbrage—and just what the hell is wrong with a witty, charming, and genuinely entertaining movie?—take a moment some time to look up the other winners. And if you are fool enough, or gullible enough, to imagine that an Academy Award recognizes actual artistic greatness or confers some sort of greatness of its own, you can stop reading now.

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Which big Oscar winners are demonstrably “great” movies, either of their years or ever? How many? Damn few, it turns out.

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Asked by the filmmaker for his opinion of the movie he’d just seen, Billy Wilder bowed and replied, “Mr. DeMille, you have made ‘The Greatest Show on Earth.'” Naturally, C.B. didn’t get the put-down, and was delighted.

First, remove the creaky and historically significant but otherwise undistinguished pictures (Wings, The Broadway Melody, Cimarron.) Then omit the inexplicable (Cavalcade, The Great Ziegfeld, The Greatest Show on Earth), the gaudily extravagant (Grand Hotel, Ben-Hur) and the once-distinguished, “problem” pictures that strike us now—and struck some then—as wildly overrated (The Best Years of Our Lives, Gentleman’s Agreement, Hamlet, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, American Beauty.) Strike off the Huh??? entries (You Can’t Take It With You, Rebecca, Mrs. Miniver, Going My Way, The Deer Hunter, Kramer vs. Kramer, Rain Man, Forrest Gump), the super-productions that in their mammoth, “tasteful” way—and their box-office takes—had “Oscar-Bait” written all over them (A Man for All Seasons, Amadeus, Out of Africa, The Last Emperor, Titanic), the surprise and/or thumb-your-nose winners (Marty) and the earnest, striving—and frequently boring—recent-history spectacles (From Here to Eternity, Gandhi, The English Patient.)

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Despite Brando’s towering performance, “On the Waterfront” is one of the most bizarrely overrated movies of its time, and a deliberate paean to the nobility of the informer by a pair of unrepentant Hollywood rats named Budd Schulberg and Elia Kazan.

Delete the oddball choices, usually musicals, and never the best ones (My Fair Lady, The Sound of Music, Chicago), the “classic” titles you hope never, ever to have to sit through again (West Side Story, On the Waterfront) and the big movies of their years that now leave us scratching our heads that anyone could have voted for them (Mutiny on the Bounty, Patton.) Pull out the ones that won largely because they were un-ignorable and/or their makers lost for much better movies (The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King) and the Oooh-Look-He-Can-Direct! choices (Ordinary People, Dances with Wolves—never forget that actors form the most overwhelmingly large block of Academy voters.) I, meanwhile, will scratch those I either haven’t seen (All Quiet on the Western Front, All the King’s Men, Chariots of Fire, Million Dollar Baby, Crash, The Departed, No Country for Old Men, The Hurt Locker, The Artist, Argo) or that I simply don’t wish to (Braveheart, Shakespeare in Love, Gladiator, A Beautiful Mind, Slumdog Millionaire, The King’s Speech.)

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This was “better” than “Fiddler on the Roof ” and “The Last Picture Show”?

What are we left with? Not all that bloody much. A smattering of items that make for a pleasant couple of hours’ viewing but can hardly be classified as among the best ever made (The Life of Emile Zola, Terms of Endearment, Driving Miss Daisy.) A number of very fine entertainments that could be described as among the most enjoyable of all movie-movies (Gone with the Wind, Casablanca, All About Eve, An American in Paris, Around the World in 80 Days, Oliver!) but which hardly qualify as masterpieces. Some very fine dramas that were, at the time of their release, either genuinely shocking (The Lost Weekend, Midnight Cowboy) or uniquely kinetic (In the Heat of the Night, The French Connection, Platoon) but that, in retrospect, are not among their creators’ best or most important pictures or, in the case of William Friedkin, probably do, alas, represent his best.

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I missed “The Sting” on its initial release, catching up to it four years later, when it was reissued. I went back to it over and over, I was so enchanted. It’s still one of my very favorite movies. But “Best Picture”? My personal jury is out on that one.

That leaves at best a dozen movies that have either stood the test of greatness over time (It Happened One Night, How Green Was My Valley, The Bridge on the River Kwai, Gigi, The Apartment, Lawrence of Arabia, Tom Jones, The Godfather, The Sting, The Godfather Part II, Annie Hall) or likely will (The Silence of the Lambs, Unforgiven, Schindler’s List.) And even here, are Tom Jones, Gigi, Annie Hall and The Sting, as marvelously entertaining as they are, quantifiable as masterworks? The Sting in particular makes me about as happy watching it as any movie ever made. But whatever my love for it, I can hardly classify it as important. Neither is The Silence of the Lambs, except as an example of how a very gifted filmmaker can turn compelling pulp material into a nuanced exercise in terror that never, despite its grotesqueries, sinks into the gross or manipulative. Which leaves us with a grand total of eight. Eight important, lasting testaments to the art of film—and popular art, no less, which is infinitely more difficult to achieve than it may seem.

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Billy Wilder’s and I.A.L. Diamond’s biggest hit (until “Irma La Douce”) was also one of their very finest movies, and one of the best ever made. A rare example of the Academy actually honoring real quality.

The only true comedy (It Happened One Night) is also a tartly observed slice of Depression Era verisimilitude, juxtaposed with genuine screwball romance. The Apartment is nominally comic, but its dark undertones include pandering, bibacity, joyless adultery, attempted suicide and a coruscating critique of the American capitalist nightmare. How Green Was My Valley has been attacked retroactively for beating Citizen Kane, but it’s not only John Ford (and Phillip Dunne), it’s Ford and Dunne at their considerable best. Lawrence of Arabia remains arguably the most intelligent epic ever made, superb in screenplay, direction, theme and approach to the essentially unknowable, and Kwai isn’t far behind. Unforgiven is as fine an examination of the price (and morality) of violence as anyone has made, and certainly Clint Eastwood’s masterwork, and Schindler’s List is such an overpowering experience that, while one may, as I do, prefer other movies in its filmmaker’s oeuvre (Jaws, Close Encounters of the Third Kind) its raw, unblinking honesty is as unforgettable as it is artistically, socially and historically laudable. And the two Godfather films hardly require my, or anyone’s, defense.

Eight demonstrably great “Best Pictures” in eight decades. A record of which only Academy voters could be proud.

Oh—and the nadir? The absolute worst “Best Picture” ever?

Without a scintilla of a doubt: Rocky. Jesus wept!

Text copyright 2014 by Scott Ross

Post-Script

“What the hell does the Academy Award mean, for God’s sake? After all, Luise Rainer won it two times—Luise Rainer!” — Billy Wilder

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2 thoughts on “And “Worst Picture” Goes To…?

  1. Look at All The King’s Men if only to see if you can determine why John Ireland got a “Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role” nomination. Does he do ANYTHING in this picture that he didn’t do in all the rest of his work? Perhaps the State Department was working on a trade deal with Vancouver, so they tossed an Oscar® nomination their way, via Ireland (the actor not the nation,) I am puzzled by this one. Was it that hard to come up with 5 choices that year?
    As to the whole BEST PICTURE thing, I always point out that the winner doesn’t have to be any damn good at all. Just the best of the bunch that year. Whose [CENSORED] stinks least, is what it turns out to be. Or a popularity contest. As Martin Mull so famously observed, “Hollywood is just like high-school with money.”

    • I have “ATKM” but (surprise, surprise) haven’t watched it. I like John Ireland well enough, but not that much!

      The Oscars are a crock, and always have been. The Academy was set up to begin with to fight unionization in Hollywood. The Academy is the I.O.C. of the entertainment industry: Bloated, conservative, self-important and utterly contemptuous, and ignorant, of anything outside its immediate environs.

      Thanks for reminding me of Mull’s observation, which I love.

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