- Last Updated on 08:11 AM 02/27/13
- BY Doug Ford
I have to admit I didn’t wait up until the late evening hours Sunday to see who won for Best Picture and Actor at the 85th annual Academy Awards.
I also have to admit that this one-time movie buff has fallen off the fiscal cliff in terms of attention to cinema the past couple of decades.
A trip to Halifax Theatre in the 1960s was an event unto itself for many of us growing up, and once you plunked down your 25 cents for admission, you usually had money left for popcorn, candy and a drink.
Not so much anymore, and considering the price of admission and the cost of concessions, I’ve become very accustomed to my flat-screen and accompanying DVR.
Still, a trip to the movies is a magical experience, and I realize movie houses across the country are stuck with the price of exhibiting first-run movies, which is said to be exorbitant.
Second-run movie houses have made inroads in the past simply because the cost of exhibiting the films was substantially less.
Subsequently, they charged less for admission leaving more room for candy and popcorn.
You still may have to put up with situations similar to the one I encountered back in the 1970s where the projectionist either slipped or fell asleep or both, knocking the projector sideways and forcing those in attendance to stare at a blank screen for minutes.
I did find out this morning that the movie, “Lincoln,” which was filmed substantially in several Virginia locations including Richmond and Petersburg, garnered some awards, including Best Actor Daniel Day-Lewis and Production Design.
Best Picture went to “Argo,” Best Actress went to Jennifer Lawrence of “Silver Linings,” Best Supporting Actor went to Christolph Waltz of “Django,” and Best Supporting Actress went to Anne Hathaway of “Les Miserables.”
Hardly any of those titles and storylines seem familiar to me except for what I’ve seen advertised.
I’ve long since been turned off by the hullabaloo associated with Hollywood and all things Hollywood, the never-ending gossip, and the seemingly drugged out and over-hyped egomaniacs that seem to get every break in the book.
Has it always been like this, and has the increasingly intense glare of the media exposed Tinsel Town for what it really is?
Does art actually imitate life?
In this case, I hope not.