When the Oscar race starts to get me down as it does every year when it’s finalized and put to bed — for most it’s just another day, another contest, another Super Bowl. For me, it’s recorded history that I then sift through the following year to try to make sense of it. I always think of it like heading into the Grizzly Maze in hopes that I can remain objective but as the season wears on and the bears start eating their cubs it’s impossible not to feel like Timothy Treadwell, trying to “fix” nature and losing one’s mind while doing so. Good times.
But the one part of the Oscar race that gives me joy and makes me feel hopeful both for the future of the Academy Awards, as such, and the future of film overall is the short categories. The films I’ve seen there are so good, so worth your time and best of all they aren’t driven by marketing teams or advocates — they are just the movies, chosen because they were well made and their stories well told.