Some people who know me are surprised to learn that I’m not a huge movie buff. I did not go see a film being shown in a movie theatre in 2014, and that’s not the first time that’s happened. Yes, I’m a theatre scholar and yes, I like a number of movies, but when you get right down to it, the only thing movies at the cineplex have in common with going to the theatre is that you have a bunch of people sitting in a darkened room looking in one direction. Oh, and they sell candy in the lobby.
This year’s selection of nominees for the Oscars points up another reason I’m not a huge movie goer any longer. There is more variety in casting, directing, and subject matter in the Miami One-Minute Play Festival* than what’s in the Best Picture and Best Actor categories. It’s as if the producers in the film industry said “Okay, last year we did the equal opportunity bit with 12 Years a Slave; aren’t we special? So let’s get back to our real job: making movies for horny white straight men between the ages of 18 and 36 who want to see other horny white straight men blow up buildings, fart in church, and get laid.” Yeah, that’s the ticket; that’s where the money is, and that’s what it’s all about.
*Full disclosure: I have two plays in the Miami 1MPF this weekend.