Annie Proulx...Bitter Much?
As my few but loyal readers know, I went to see Brokeback Mountain back in February. It was a great movie. I mean really good. It should have won the Best Picture Oscar.
That being said, I've also seen Crash. Crash was also a great movie. I mean great. It should have won the Best Picture Oscar as well. Oh wait, it did.
So here's the problem folks. A long time ago, somebody decided that only one award would be given by the Academy for Best Picture. Makes sense. The word "best" by definition is singular. And for some reason when it came down to it this year Crash edged out Brokeback Mountain by a nose. Maybe the Academy chickened out a bit and decided to go with a "safer" film. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that Brokeback won almost every other award that it was up for this year. It got 4 Golden Globes, 4 BAFTA awards, 3 Broadcast Film Critics Association awards, and 3 Critic's Choice Awards. It won Best Picture at all of them. Maybe the three Academy awards it did get (Best Director, Best Adapted Screenplay, and Best Original Score) aren't as shiny as Best Picture, but for consolation prizes they ain't half bad. So you'd think that those involved with the film, although rightfully a bit disappointed, would just take a deep breath, secure in the knowledge that they made a great film that proved all the right wing pundits wrong and did it with art and beauty (Bill O'Reilly said nobody in America would go to see a film about gay cowboys; how does $81,511,489 sound, Bill?). And most of them did. Ang Lee has been gracious. So have Ledger and Gyllenhaal.
Annie Proulx, the Pulitzer Prize winning author whose short story was the basis for Brokeback Mountain is another story, pun intended. She submitted this scathing diatribe to the Guardian, full of bitter and at times even juvenile pokes at the Academy and even at Crash. She faked a freudian slip for God's sake, referring to Crash as "Trash". Second grade, Annie? Far from invoking righteous anger or a sense of injustice as Proulx obviously intended, the piece can only make you wince with embarassment on her behalf. Badly done, Annie, badly done.
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