Most folks on the right can’t stand the Oscars — and with justification. The movies of recent years — not the movies of the Frank Capra era — have been a collection of banal anti-American tracts, subtle or otherwise. There are exceptions, of course, but that’s the main thing.
Meanwhile, a few of us who vote in the Oscars — including some very distinguished fellows like David Mamet and Tom Stoppard (arguably the best writer in the English speaking world) — don’t adhere to the sophomoric liberal politics. But we still have to vote in these things.
So, like all the other six thousand or so Academy members from Sean Penn to Matt Damon, we have to wade through the annual onslaught of screeners to determine who wins the vaunted Oscar. (You can condemn it all you want, but it’s probably a better known prize than anything but the Nobel and even that….)
This year there has been a certain amount of libo-babble (to coin a term). The Butler is a salient example of what one might call Oprah Pix, the bathos-laden quasi-historical tale of a White House butler featuring Jane Fonda as Nancy Reagan (’nuff said). Damon’s anti-fracking Promised Land is another piece of babble the Academy seems to be ignoring.
Indeed by and large the LQ (liberal quotient) hasn’t been as egregious as in previous years. (The fine 12 Years a Slave should not be counted as liberal propaganda because no one could dispute its overall historical accuracy.) The times, as one semi-conservative singer once said, may be a changin’. In fact, there was even a movie that celebrated American bravery in Afghanistan, Lone Survivor. (Yes, I voted for it — in nominations anyway.)