Dreaming of a white (noise) Christmas
War. Mortgage meltdown. Raging wildfires. Obscene gas prices. Chinese toys that somehow morph into date rape drugs, and L.A. cops who overlook some poor dead woman in her wrecked car. (They find her a day later in the tow lot).
Don't we all have more pressing matters to think and write about than entertainment industry awards? Nah.
If this is what we choose to do, can't we all just get along? Apparently not.
Patrick Goldstein's column in this morning's L.A. Times goes on a bit of a rant about all the ranting that's taking place over awards season. And he doesn’t mean any battles between studios competing for the coveted prizes. He means us -- those of us who write about such races as the Oscars and Golden Globes.
We snipe at each other, use our various platforms to denigrate our competitors, and generally think our opinions on Hollywood's creative output matter. We prognosticate as if anyone cares. So says Goldstein, who really does have a point. We're all mean and self-important and should be forced to read every single movie and TV review in every single Midwestern community newspaper, circulation 1,435 and below, for the rest of our miserable lives. Plus we should get only coal in our stockings.
Since Gold Rush is the new kid on the block, and we weren't specifically called out for any of our perceived bad behavior, we realize a few things: a) we haven't been nearly nasty enough and b) we promise to do better.
There are way way too many "best of" stories written anyway, says Goldstein, who notes that "the occasional astute observations are drowned out by the 24/7 blather." So without irony he adds another set of predictions to the pile, complete with stats! Favorites: "Sweeney Todd" and "Atonement." Long shots: "The Great Debaters" and "Into the Wild." Revelatory? Anyone?
Read it here, if you feel inclined, and judge for yourself if his are the astute observations he's talking about or just more white noise.