You can’t help but love 1943. Casablanca is one of the greatest films ever made. Of course it should have won Best Picture, and Best Director for Michael Curtiz (talked about here), who desperately deserved one of these. It also should have won Best Actor, Best Actress and this award, but it didn’t. And all three are, to varying degrees, bad decisions. Only one of the three was atoned for. The other two — the worse decisions — were not.
Paul Lukas wins Best Actor for Watch on the Rhine, which is one of the worst five Best Actor winning performances of all time. It’s truly not good, and it’s shocking that Humphrey Bogart didn’t win. Then Best Actress was Jennifer Jones for The Song of Bernadette. This, I understand. Because — Ingrid Bergman, who should have won, wasn’t nominated for Casablanca. She was nominated for For Whom the Bell Tolls, which is a performance she shouldn’t have won for. So the Jennifer Jones vote makes perfect sense. Though it screwed up the year before this, when Ingrid Bergman did win and screwed Barbara Stanwyck out of an Oscar. Then Best Supporting Actress was Katina Paxinou for For Whom the Bell Tolls, which, I don’t really have an issue with, mostly because the category sucked. It’s a blank in history.
So, 1943 — they got the big decisions right, the medium decisions wrong (though both were atoned for later, in the sense that both Bogart and Bergman won Oscars), and the small decisions either wrong or indifferent. And this one — this hurts. There were two performances that should have won, but — after all is said and done, I consider this a bad decision. But it’s still a great performance. And that hurts more.
BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR – 1943
And the nominees were…
Charles Bickford, The Song of Bernadette
Charles Coburn, The More the Merrier
J. Carrol Naish, Sahara
Claude Rains, Casablanca
Akim Tamiroff, For Whom the Bell Tolls (more…)
Seriously, you give me 3 weeks, I’ll find movies to watch. I’m like 1010 WINS. (People from New York just got that joke and no one else did.)
I finished my Oscar Quest back in July. So from August 1st, for the first time in 15 months (
we’re seeing it eye to eye), I had nothing to watch. There was no list of films I told myself I needed to see (thereby making it mandatory). Not even a list of films I should be watching. It was back to being like it was BQ (Before Quest), where it was just whichever I wanted to rent from Netflix. Like — anything. Not, what I wanted from this specific set of films I need to watch. I could watch anything. It was weird. It felt — empty. It’s like taking care of a kid for 18 years and then suddenly not having to do it anymore. Or retiring after 40 years on the job. It’s like, “How do I fill the time?” Of course, after doing anything for a sustained period of time, once I’m done with it, all I want to do is not do anything for a while. You know? The semester ends, and you go home, and you just want to sit for a week and do nothing.
So that’s what I did. I finished my Oscar movies and just did nothing. I listened to a lot of music, I watched random movies. The enjoyment movies. Where you pop them on and just laze. Pop on Bourne Identity and do laundry, clean up, and keep one eye on it. Those kinds of movies. I went back and watched the entire X-Men animated series from my childhood. I’d been wanting to do that for a while. I rewatched all the old Doug episodes. Shit like that. The equivalent of junk food. I spent about a week or two on that. Then I went and watched all the George Carlin specials again, after like four years of not seeing them (still have half those bits memorized). It was great. That was all around my birthday. I got done with all of it around Labor Day. Then I spent all of September getting way ahead on article writing for the blog. To the point where, before October started, all the articles for it were written and scheduled to go up. I felt pretty awesome about that. It was just one of those times where you don’t feel like you need to do anything, so you can just relax.
But, of course, like those times, after a doing nothing for a while, you feel like you should be doing something. Or, in my case, you organically find something to do and, before you realize it, you’re already in the middle of doing it. Which is what happened. (more…)