Another year has come and gone, and I wasn’t invited to attend the Oscar ceremony on Sunday.
This is becoming a trend, as if Hollywood doesn’t respect my total lack of movie-making.
I watch a lot of movies. You’d think that would count for something, and it would if I had the authority to decide who lived and who died.
But, sadly, I don’t have that power, so the Academy Awards will continue to reward the best producers of art, rather than the best consumers, like me and – I’m guessing – you.
When’s the last time Ellen Degeneres called out your name?
Even with the divide between those who do the work and those who appreciate it, I still feel deeply connected to the movies.
I suspect that’s because writers, directors, actors and the rest are fans, too. They’re the people who watched movies and said, “I can do that.”
Admittedly, a lot of us have said it, but only a few take their dreams to Hollywood or New York.
I admire those people, even the ones who don’t succeed and have to come back home. Without them, there’d be no long-shot odds, no broken dreams to make the tinsel shine that much brighter.
The Counting Crows sang “We all want to be big, big stars,” and I believe there’s a bunch of truth in that lyric.
Sure, plenty of people are happy with their lots in life, pleased with the tradeoffs they’ve made along the way, but I’m guessing everyone’s got a dream deferred in the back of their minds, a little what-might-have-been to think about in the shower or on a quiet drive home.
Even if the stuff of daydreams doesn’t involve the movies, the movies are still involved.
By that, I mean if you’ve ever secretly yearned to be a Navy SEAL on a mission, the last hour of “Zero Dark Thirty” was practically made for you.
The same goes for “Captain Phillips” and all those who’ve dreamed of being Somali pirate captains, and, really, who hasn’t?
Speaking of “Captain Phillips,” I’ve been hoping for things to go well for Tom Hanks for years now. Do you know what I mean?
I saw him in “Bachelor Party,” “Volunteers” and “Joe Versus the Volcano” and thought, I like this guy, and I hope he keeps making movies.
Fast-forward a few years and Tom Hanks is his generation’s Jimmy Stewart, and I’m still pulling for the guy, even though he clearly doesn’t need me in his corner anymore.
Tom – I can call him that because I saw “Volunteers” – will be fine without help from me on Sunday, but I’ll be wishing luck to him and my other on-screen “friends.”
And, yeah, it’ll sting a tiny bit, knowing that I won’t get the great honor of having been nominated, but I’ll be OK, more or less.
M. Scott Morris is a Daily Journal feature writer. Contact him at (662) 678-1589 or firstname.lastname@example.org.