I don’t know when Oscar nominations morning got sad for me.
I think, maybe, it’s because I have more perspective on it that I used to have. It isn’t really the start of anything, aside of a load of work for those who work for those who get nominations and think they have a shot at winning.
But for those who are not nominated, it’s the end of a journey of hope. The pride of work well done continues. But that extra pat of the back… that sense of work that becomes inscribed in the book of movie history… it dies a little for many on that morning.
As we journey through each season, there are dozens of little deaths (and I don’t mean orgasms). This movie that just didn’t catch. That performance that couldn’t find its way into the small group that knows in their heart that tomorrow morning might bring an ecstasy that will last at least 7 weeks long. The instant of doubt about whether you are really as good at what you do as you think.
It sucks.
It’s one of the reasons I hate “snubs” as the wo…
