About what, I'm not sure, but I am not happy about it, whatever it is.
America, Midnight in Paris is no better than average work for Woody Allen in his late period, no more and no less
America, when will you get over your infatuation with a European funny man?
America, Meryl Streep is a joy forever, but Viola Davis is an equal treasure.
America, why only two nominated songs? And why only one good one? And why not perform it?
America, the movies are embossed by silvery images,* which are our great fortune: moreover, the movie's not always the sick man of the arts: our motion picture is still life unchanging, not nature dead,**
and therefore, America, the Oscars must not ever, ever again be this lame.
That is all.
*Frank O'Hara, "Ave Maria"
**Robert Lowell, "Harpo Marx"