Usually around this time I’m dancing around the house, counting down the hours until the Academy Awards start on ABC and my love of film culminates in a glitzy, pretentious night of celebrity worship. By now, my blog is full of 1,000-word analyses of the Best Picture nominees and a noncommittal prediction post. And in just a few days from now, there would be a tongue-in-cheek Oscar recap told from the perspective of Leonardo DiCaprio.
But not this year, because 2015 is possibly one of the most boring years in Oscar nomination history.
Apart from Wes Anderson’s triumphant Grand Budapest Hotel, one of the quirkiest films to please critics and audiences alike, every other film on the Best Picture list is expected. Inspirational biodrama featuring a male lead: The Theory of Everything. Inspirational but tragic biodrama featuring a male lead: The Imitation Game. Dark comedy featuring a triumphantly returning male actor playing a washed-up lead: Birdman. Genre-defying dramedy that focuses on a male character: Boyhood. Obligatory historical film featuring a minority male lead focused on the subjugation of an entire race: Selma. War drama featuring a male lead: American Sniper. Disturbing film featuring a male lead: Whiplash.
This isn’t the end of my love of film award shows, but it’s definitely a sign of a hiatus. I can take a break from the little gold man handed out every February, just like Leo can take a break from making movies.
And heck, if Leo’s not even there, how can I write a recap about his anger and frustration at not being a winner let alone a nominee? I suppose it’s time to let it go for a year.