Best pic­ture nausea

Five best pic­ture nom­i­nees: over 11 hours of footage & way too much blood­shed

The Covington News - - Newton @ Play -

While I am by no means a novice movie watcher, Satur­day marked a new ex­pe­ri­ence for me in terms of sin­gle- day movie watch­ing as I took part in an all- day movie marathon of the five Os­car nom­i­nees for Best Pic­ture.

Go­ing into the marathon, I wasn’t sure what to ex­pect.

Would I be able to make it through 11 and a half hours of movies, even if they were the very best that this year’s cin­ema had to of­fer? Would I fall into a sugar coma on ac­count of all of the choco­late I was bound to con­sume? Would I be seated next to some­one nice who would save my seat when I had to go to the bath­room? Would I be able to make it through all of the gore and vi­o­lence of “ No Coun­try for Old Men”?

It was with th­ese con­cerns in mind that I ar­rived at the AMC Stonecrest Mall movie theater at 10: 30 a. m. Satur­day. For $ 30 I was sold tick­ets to “Atone­ment,” “ Juno,” “ Michael Clay­ton,” “ No Coun­try for Old Men” and “ There Will Be Blood.” With the pur­chase of my tick­ets, I was also pre­sented with a nifty lan­yard and a large pop­corn bag with un­lim­ited re­fills. I was pleas­antly sur­prised to find the movie theater filled with de­voted cinephiles with not a churl­ish teenager in sight. Seated to my right were a lovely cou­ple who had driven two hours to be able to make it to the day’s event and who had no prob­lem sav­ing my seat for me when it was time for a soda re­fill.

Seated di­rectly in front of me how­ever was a ver­i­ta­ble Princess and the Pea who in­formed me af­ter the sec­ond movie that I had been bump­ing the back of her seat with my feet when­ever I moved to stretch my legs. Mor­ti­fied, I apol­o­gized pro­fusely and re­solved to keep my feet to my­self for the rest of the day.

Get­ting through the first four films was a cake­walk, but af­ter the cred­its on “ Juno” rolled I be­gan to won­der if I would be able to make it through “ No Coun­try for Old Men.” Sev­eral of my co­work­ers had al­ready seen the movie and had given it rave re­views. Know­ing, though, my low tol­er­ance for movie blood­shed I be­gan to think about end­ing the day on the cheer­ful note of “ Juno.”

Still I gave it my best shot but ended up leav­ing the theater at 10 p. m., some­where af­ter the tenth body was dropped by the de­monic Chig­urh ( played by Javier Bar­dem). I ended up find­ing out the end­ing to the movie at the­moviespoiler. com.

While from what I saw “ No Coun­try for Old Men” was beau­ti­fully di­rected and su­perbly acted, I did not think it was de­serv­ing of the Best Pic­ture of the Year Award. That honor I be­lieve should have gone to “Atone­ment.” But what do I know? I am pre­dis­posed to fa­vor films with star­crossed lovers set against the back­drop of war over movies where the bad guy tri­umphs.

I am also pre­dis­posed to fa­vor movies with some kind of a plot res­o­lu­tion at the end. Maybe that makes me trite and sim­ple but there it is. I can han­dle am­bigu­ous end­ings in nov­els, but I like my movies like I like my liquor, straight up.

“ No Coun­try for Old Men” had even less of an end­ing than “ There Will Be Blood.” Both movies just kind of ended right af­ter a cli­matic scene with no hint as to the fate that be­falls the char­ac­ters that haven’t al­ready been killed.

But se­ri­ously, what is with all of the de­press­ing movies this year. The only light movie to be nom­i­nated for Best Pic­ture this year was “ Juno” and that fea­tured a teenage preg­nancy.

Rachel Oswald

Film critic

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