Stanley Kubrick never won an Academy Award for directing, but Meryl Streep never got the final rose on The Bachelor, either. I don’t know if it counts as a travesty if you’re not playing the game to begin with. Kubrick moved from Los Angeles to the English countryside right before preproduction started on Lolita (the first film he would receive an Oscar nomination for, for Best Adapted Screenplay) and was famously private, ever-resistant to the Hollywood publicity machine. He was more interested in making the best pictures than winning Best Pictures. Principal photography on Barry Lyndon took 300 days. (I would tell you how many days principal photography took on Driving Miss Daisy, but nobody on the Internet has cared enough to put that number on Wikipedia.)
Stanley Kubrick never won an Academy Award for Best Director, but last Saturday 8,000 people paid $20 to be in a space and see this collection of physical evidence of his genius, to surround themselves with objects that made them feel closer to movies they already had longstanding relationships with. The museum allows for photography at the exhibit, and everyone with a smart phone was taking full advantage.