The
78h Annual Academy Awards went into the books with few surprises
except one big one. To some that would be an off color crack from
freshman host Jon Stewart (be it delight or dismay), but for most
it was the end of the night shocker that fell from Jack Nicolson’s
droll lips—one that many have tagged the “the biggest
upset in Oscar history.” I speak of neither. What caught me
blind, and continues to confound me, is the backlash of bitter indignation
that has spewed forth from camp “Brokeback.”
One
fervent film critic underscored his aguish by deriding the winning
film as well: Crash is in its way a conventional social-problem
drama that also appealed to voters' sense of laziness. The movie
is set
in their backyard,” author Annie Proulx, who penned the novella
that became Brokeback the movie, tagged it as “Trash”
in her articulate, but self-aggrandizing post mortem, Blood
on the Red Carpet in The Guardian Unlimited, and a
coalition of empowered fans (mostly GLAAD members) have drawn together
enough funds to voice their support in a full paged ad in Variety,
and have plans to target other industry rags like Entertainment
Weekly.
So
is the stir about Hollywood not doing the right thing politically,
or that Crash was an unworthy recipient?
The
irony that abounds in the ceremony’s aftermath is the sudden
shift to "nothing but politics." Leading up to the Oscars,
most who embraced Brokeback as an anthem of truth and a
beacon of light, steered the conversation everywhere but sexual
orientation or social politics. “It’s a gay cowboy movie,
now get over it,” one smitten reviewer cracked before waxing
on about the universal fabric of the love story at the film’s
epicenter.
There’s
no denying that Brokeback is masterful, well composed,
brilliantly acted and scrumptious to behold. And yes, it is much
more than a (strike up the refrain) “gay cowboy movie.”
The forbidden love that torments two forlorn souls over decades
is palpable and beckons to the romantic in us all (assuming you’re
somewhat open minded), but it’s also about intolerance. To
have made efforts to obfuscate such, in order to bolster the mainstream
appeal of the film, was frivolous, and in itself, a form of politicking.
So
let’s talk politics.
Crash's
entire agenda is intolerance and how it writhes beneath us in everyday
life. It cuts a powerful portrait of diverse and interlocked lives
colliding across cultural and racial divides. Anyone who dismisses
it as simply a white and black thing is missing the point. And while
there are no depictions of gays amongst the stirring collection
of episodic vignettes, the lessons and message rings true for all
cracks in the sidewalk of the great American melting pot. In a Venn
diagram charting intolerance as depicted in cinema, Brokeback
would neatly fit within Crash's superset.
Furthermore,
the wave of assertions, that Hollywood’s refusal to award
Brokeback the Oscar for Best Picture denotes an air of
homophobia and a lack of perspective, are about as ludicrous as
digging for political correctness at a Klan meeting. Hollywood has
always done as Hollywood pleases. It’s driven by money, leans
to the left and is always eager to infuse its product with something
polemic and controversial (a point that George Clooney made so poignantly
in his Best Supporting Actor acceptance speech after a ham-fisted
lead in).
Clearly
though, the glitzy veneer of Hollywood’s surreality did not
sit well with Ms. Proulx. “Dim LA crowd” and “atmosphere
of insufferable self-importance” as she calls it. Which is
more than just a tad ironic when you consider that Ms. Proulx wittingly
attended the gala. Perhaps the buoyant balloons of confidence (Brokeback
was the odds-on favorite) made the indecorous decay of LA palatable,
but when things didn’t go her way, she reacted like spoiled
child (in her published tirade) throwing a temper tantrum in the
middle of a grocery store when denied a bar of chocolate. Such a
dudgeon is a direct reflection of the behavior Proulx tries to pin
on those she eviscerates as entitled and out-of-touch, and even
worse, it’s hypocritical.
For
a sagely writer, Proulx, plays the fish-out-of-water card well (with
the 2001 cinematic adaptation of her novel, The Shipping News,
Ms. Proulx is no stranger to the movie biz). In her rant she lambastes
distributor Lions Gate for aggressively distributing DVD copies
of Crash to members of the Academy. I have news for Ms.
Proulx, Crash was released theatrically in May of 2005.
Most films that carry that Oscar glow are held from theatrical release
until the Fall or Holiday Season (when Brokeback was released),
strategically close to year’s end so that they’ll be
on the minds of critics (picking their top 10s) and voting awards
bodies (namely the Academy); thus circulating an early released
contender like Crash on DVD to the Academy’s voting
college is a prudent and common practice, and no stratagem of manipulation
as Proulx implies.
2005
was the year of small films about big topics. The five nominated
films (Capote, Good Night and Good Luck and Munich
along side Brokeback and Crash) each pack
their own political depth charge (gays, terrorism and McCarthyism,
oh my) and viscerally affected viewers in different ways (this is
where the where you’re coming from and the where your mind’s
at come into play). But no matter, all five bore cinematic merit,
and isn’t that what film awards are concerned with foremost?
True, the magnum opus has to touch the viewer and be emotionally
compelling, but you can’t be provocative, if your dialogue
is stilted monosyllabic mumble, and no matter much grit and verve
you’ve got going on in front of the camera, no one’s
going to notice if its blotted out by solar glare or lost in the
shadow of the deep woods.
When
it all comes down to it, can’t it just be as simple as the
best picture won that night? I know Ms. Proulx thinks of Crash
as “a safe pick of ‘controversial film’ for the
heffalumps.” She may be right, but then again, Brokeback
could have filled that bill as well—the point being,
all were deserving, one won, four lost and there’s always
going to be sore losers.
So
what if Brokeback had won, what then? Would that have validated
gays in America? I think not. In claiming the win, there’s
no controversy and the talk
stops. Needless to say, the disappointed activist, supporters and
ardent flag wavers should take solace in the knowledge that,
Brokeback by virtue of its being, through the critical kudos,
heap of awards and perpetual dialogue, has kept the issue of mainstream
acceptance of gays at the forefront of the American conscience.
It’s been the perfect counterbalance to states banning same-sex
marriage. By not making the final walk to the podium Brokeback
has not only raised its banner higher, but also kept it flying longer.
And to all those who stand under it, a reminder that grace is a
mightier sword than indignation.
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T. B. Meek |