How's Your Face?: Aren’t Oscarbatory films like The Artist, Hugo, and Midnight in Paris...
Aren’t Oscarbatory films like The Artist, Hugo, and Midnight in Paris the high brow equivalent of the Transformers, easing the viewer into the same warm nostalgia bath, just with the particulars adjusted to reflect a different audience’s adolescent fixations? Might they even be even more…
Todd is right about everything. I saw one of the three, Midnight in Paris, and while I thought it cute, it is a smug cute. There is a kind of attractive “haters gon hate” attitude attendant in its smugness, but still. The film actually comes to a thematic conclusion against nostalgia, but it remains a load of nostalgia-baiting Oscar fare. Not worthy of being in the running for best picture, unless, as is possible, the year just sucked for movies.
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