Remind Me Never to Watch the Oscars Again

The Academy Awards were even more of a shitshow than usual this year. This is Jacobin’s last Oscars article, because we will find better things to do with our lives than watch that garbage.

The Green Boo’ team onstage at the 91st Academy Awards ceremony on Feb. 24.(Kevin Winter/Getty Images)


A few salient facts on the 91 Academy Awards:

The Death of Stalin, perhaps the greatest film to play in the United States in 2018, wasn’t even nominated for an award, not even for one of those categories the power players don’t really care about and treat as token awards, like Best Screenplay. It got shortlisted for “consideration” for a nomination, if you can follow all that, for Best Original Score, but didn’t make the cut.

And Sorry to Bother You, Boots Riley’s glorious barn-burner of a film, was also shut out. Riley, full of the massive tolerance of a person with real politics who’s too good for the Academy Awards anyway, and who just won a Film Independent Spirit Award for Best First Feature the night before, said the movie wasn’t nominated because there was no attempt to campaign for it, no endeavor to “create a buzz” with the ever-clueless Academy voters. It figures — if there’s no campaign, no glossy “For Your Consideration” promotional materials to shove films into their faces, these six thousand members can’t find them. It seems they can’t find their asses with their twelve thousand hands.

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