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Fri, 02/20/2009

Awards Are Nice…But The Academy Does Make Mistakes, by Tom Roberge:

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Read an excerpt from Pictures at a Revolution

In 1998, to commemorate the 100th anniversary of American motion pictures, the American Film Institute announced its list of the top 100 films. The #1 film, as "determined by more than 1,500 leaders from the American film community," was Citizen Kane. What's particularly interesting about this recognition is the fact that, back in 1941, Citizen Kane's producers watched the Academy Award for Best Picture go to How Green Was My Valley, a film that didn't even crack the aforementioned AFI Top 100 list. How could that be? If the film is now widely regarded as the best picture of ALL TIME, how did it fail to even beat out nine (yes-they used to nominate ten movies in the category) other movies that happened to have been released in the same calendar year?

The easy answer is that, well, despite the grandeur of the award ceremony itself and the critical approval that the award seems to provide, the Academy gets things wrong. Citizen Kane seems like an obvious mistake in judgment, but there are other examples. In recent years, Shakespeare in Love beat Saving Private Ryan and The Thin Red Line in 1998, Forrest Gump beat Pulp Fiction (one of the most--if not THE most--influential films of the past 20 years!) in 1994, and Crash beat four much better movies: Brokeback Mountain, Capote, Good Night, and Good Luck, and Munich. I'm going to out on a limb and suggest that forty years from now, if the AFI creates another list commemorating 150 years of film, Crash will not be on that list, whereas Brokeback Mountain stands an excellent chance.


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Fri, 02/20/2009

Let’s talk about writer’s block, by Meg Rosoff:

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Let’s talk about writer’s block.

First of all, I don’t get it. I can always write. What I can’t always do is plot, in fact I’m somewhat hopeless at plot, and am always amazed that my books emerge with any story at all.

But having arrived in Suffolk this week (with series 1-4 of The Wire in case walking on the beach or staring out the window didn’t offer sufficient diversion) I’m toodling along quite nicely, plot and all. The weather helps – not nearly sunny and warm enough to lie on the beach and pretend the vitamin D is therapeutic.  


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