One Oscar After Another

One Battle After Another is that rare American film that simultaneously speaks to and skewers the times we live in.  

It’s original, unique, twisty, bizarre, seriously political and hysterically funny.

Call your friends. Tell them to see this movie.

And it’s going to get a boatload of Oscar nominations and likely win more than a whole handful.

Not that this kind of thing much matters given the times we’re living in. 

Just for a minute, let me think about awards shows!

But let’s discuss it anyway, since right now I’m tired of speaking to the fascistic moment of the day. 

Not to mention, One Battle After Another does it far better as we watch a real band of left wing radicals, who seem like lunatics but aren’t, take on a white Supremacist-powered American military hellbent on rounding up, killing or simply sequestering into truly crumbling sanctuary cities, every single person, especially those of color, who are not 100% onboard with its own even more radical agenda.

Yes, it’s a fictional, pushed reality world of the 1980s and 90s that Anderson started writing some years ago, partly inspired by Thomas Pynchon’s Vineland, but you don’t have to use your imagination much, if at all, to believe this is documentary footage from secret pockets of today’s America or its very near future.

You tell ’em Leo

That is what great filmmakers can do.  Make you think something is or could be happening right now and cause you to think about whether you want that reality and those consequences. 

And within that group there are a small chosen few that can even get you to uproariously laugh about the absurdity of the times we’re living in and the sheer narcissistic, animal destructiveness of what we’re doing.

There is an even smaller number, perhaps up to three, who can also pull this off using the tropes of a traditional family drama/love story.

PTA contains multitudes

But let’s get back to what really matters – whether PTA will win finally win his long-awaited, and very long overdue, Oscar(s) for his troubles.

It’s hard to imagine Paul Thomas Anderson, an ELEVEN time nominee who has never won an Academy Award, is sitting around wondering whether this will be “his year.”  That’s the purview of the press and everyone else who works in the industry who longs to win one.

This is not to say PTA doesn’t want to win or won’t be there to accept the one or two or hopefully three that might be coming his way.

Raise it up!

But when you’ve made so many memorable films, worked with the best in the business and remain one of a tiny group of truly successful and critically acclaimed American auteurs over the last thirty years that continues to swing for the fences every time you’re up at bat (Note: Yes, even I can do baseball metaphors when they apply), the surprisingly weighty little gold statuette, cool as it is, is more for the rest of us fans of the guy, than the guy himself.

Having only met him briefly one time at the beginning of his career, I have very little real idea of how he’ll react.  But I imagine him having a similar response to Martin Scorsese, when he finally won the award for The Departed, a solid film but pretty much no one’s top one or two films in his oeuvre.

Who will be PTA’s fab four?

After tumultuous applause there were numerous thank you’s and sincere words of being “overwhelmed” and “moved.” But what always stayed with me was his shout out to the many people who loved his movies for so long who were en masse pissed off that after Taxi Driver, Raging Bull, Goodfellas and The Aviator (Note: To name only a very few) he had yet to be “officially” acknowledged by his, ahem, “peers.”

…I just want to say, too, that so many people over the years have been wishing this for me, strangers, you know. I go walking in the street people say something to me, I go in a doctor’s office, I go in a…whatever…elevators, people are saying, “You should win one, you should win one.” I go for an x-ray, “You should win one.” And I’m saying,”Thank you.” And then friends of mine over the years and friends who are here tonight are wishing this for me and my family. I thank you. This is for you.

Delightful

Paul Thomas Andreson hasn’t been working nearly as long and has had a far different career.  But speaking for those of us who marveled at, were inspired by or simply loved movies like Boogie Nights, Magnolia, There Will Be Blood, The Master and The Phantom Thread, I gotta say:

He better f’n win one this time, and it’d be even more fitting for it to happen for one of his best and most timely films.

And we’ll all be Maya in that moment

As I continue to express the sentiments of the many who will continue to channel their gargantuan political anger into this year’s Oscar race, let me add this tidbit from a person who has spent his entire adult life in and around the movie business. 

I‘d venture to say it’s a lot harder to write AND direct so many interesting and outstanding films, much less get them made and released through the studio system these days, than it is to tear down a 250 year-old democracy.

Certainly, it takes a lot more talent.

And I will

Speaking of which, you don’t get to work with actors like Leonardo DiCaprio and Sean Penn, who deliver some of their most memorable recent performances in OBAA, or draw award-worthy performances from lesser known onscreen performers like Teyana Taylor and Chase Infiniti, if you’re not at the top of your game. 

Nor will you get a major studio like Warner Bros. to back you, especially on a $150 million plus budgeted project (Note: That’s before marketing) that speaks to THE hot button political issue of the day.

I have a sense some people are not thrilled with Colonel Lockjaw

The right loves to tar all of Hollywood with the same broad “overly woke brush,” but if you check the release schedule for every major studio the real revelation is how safe and essentially non-political the vast majority of major studio financed and distributed films there are, none of which come close to fitting comfortably into that category.

Would that it were the case.

Because if woke means being “awake” and “alert,” especially when it comes to inequality, racism, sexism and homophobia (just to name a few), one can’t help but wonder – why would ANYONE, much less SO MANY, be so virulently against it?

Certainly would be on the naughty list

Which brings us back to PTA and One Battle After Another and how he sets an example for any active or aspiring filmmakers out there.

Strip away all the successful films he’s made and all the awards he was nominated for and didn’t win, and you’ll find he’s a long-married husband to beloved comic actor/producer Maya Rudolph, and a family man/father of four biracial kids who sat down a few years ago to the same blank screen/page every creative person is faced with. 

And what he came up with was a story of an interracial couple in a far right dystopian American landscape and what silly and horrible things could happen to them and theirs if one day…

Did you have machine guns + nuns on your bingo card?

Eh, better to let him show and tell it to you himself and see if it rings true to what you’re watching happen all around you in real time.  And if you admire him for it.

As for the Oscar, well, that’s out of most of our hands.  Though hopefully not his.

Music and Trailer from One Battle After Another

Maybe Happy Ending?

Well, now that Jimmy Kimmel is back on TV and all the conservative affiliate stations refusing to air his show have backed down from their “crusade,” all is well with the world.

Right?

Isn’t it?

I mean… I guess?

I mean, even one of my favorite contemporary writer-directors, Paul Thomas Anderson, has a new movie out in….theatres

No, I haven’t seen One Battle After Another yet, but the NY Times calls it exciting, goofy and a deadly serious big screen nod….to complacency, to oppression, to tyranny…A carnivalesque epic about good and evil, violence and power, inalienable rights and the fight against injustice…

So count me in!

Leo says: Thanks Chairy!

Also, because they say IT’S ALSO  a…LOVE STORY.   

And I love… love stories.

The Umbrellas of Cherbourg, The Way We Were, La La Land

Never mind that not one of them has a happy ending.  At least by traditional standards. 

They’re satisfying. 

We love ya, Hubbell

Because they’re both real AND larger than life at the same time.

An escape from the world AND a pink hued reflection of the world.

Cue Blanche DuBois and her paper lantern so the harsh glow from the lightbulb of reality can at the very least be partially…diffused.

I was listening to one of my music/life heroes – singer/activist Joan Baez – speak on Nicole Wallace’s podcast, The Best People (Note: Bad title but good program) about the events of the day.    Yes, even she’s scared and no, even she’s not “optimistic,” but her advice to us is that we might not be able to turn the tide from disaster but what each of us can do is save some fishes. 

Joan, being real (click pic for the full podcast)

Meaning, pick one thing.  One issue.  One thought.  One action.  And do it.  You make a ripple.  You make a difference.  You perhaps change or save a life in a way you may never exactly know.  But, well, as a writer I KNOW that it happens, and in moments where you least expect it.

It might not seem like traditional, happy ending to all of the problems we face right now. But if traditional means something out of biblical lore or the soft glow of a faux 1950s that never existed, well, I’d rather be a radical or an atheist or both right now.

Wouldn’t you? (Note: That was rhetorical).

We’re all out here doing our best

But guess what?

So would my students.  Through no prompting from me, the majority of my writers this semester are writing about hell, earthly dystopia and supernatural problem solving to both.

Can’t imagine why, can you?

Tell me I’m wrong

But fear not, I do know how each of their fictional stories end.  And while not one of them have that traditional happy ending, like most memorable film and TV stories, their endings are more than…satisfying.

Which at the moment, is not only a personal victory but perhaps even a societal one.

At least on the horizon.

Joan Baez – “We Shall Overcome”