Of the nine movies nominated for Best Picture, I have seen and written about eight, and, of those, not a one lacks some extraordinary measure of insight or ambition. We have had a few bumper crops in recent years, but absent—in this selection—is either the extremely well-made conventional film (like Selma or Spotlight) or a Weinsteinian Oscar grab like The King’s Speech or The Imitation Game. His grabbing days are thankfully over.
The one I missed, Ford v. Ferrari with Matt Damon and Christian Bale, is the one that might fall most neatly into those categories, but it is also the least talked-about of the contenders, which is itself a remarkable change: being talked about as an Oscar movie nowadays means being complained about as a straight-white-dude movie, which is to say a movie about what is naively considered to be a dying breed. Quentin Tarantino, by attacking that naivete head-on—though, in a weird way, also affirming it—perhaps deserves credit for drawing the fire that Green Book just stumbled into.
Alas, I feel like a trophy winner at the moment the play-off music begins to chide them offstage. (The key difference is that my orchestra is an oven timer; there are hors d’oeuvres to be made.) But an observation I would like to make now—and hopefully develop later—is that these nominees are, in the sense of ideas and worldviews, a model of pluralism—but the ways in which their ideas and worldviews both enhance and rebut one another is also a testament to how difficult pluralism is to achieve—much less to sustain. The ongoing Democratic primary season bears this out too.