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February 27, 2012
This version of high and low culture speaks to the ghettoization of the industry
which sighing deeply shovels out 88 minutes of explosions for the peasantry,while speaking earnestly to the people who share its values. The Oscars are a time to reward the latter, which is why directors and producers of popular movies generally need not apply. This is a time for elites to pat each other on the back for being artistic, and yet this artistry is equally forgettable. Twenty years from now, how many people will be watching Slumdog Millionaire, Frost/Nixon, Milk, The Reader or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button? For that matter how many people would watch them now? If you are wondering what that list is, it's the Best Picture nominees from 2008. The nominees from this year will be equally obscure a few years from now. -- Sultan Knish a blog by Daniel Greenfield
Posted by gerardvanderleun at February 27, 2012 10:59 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.