Kids Are All Right's Oscar Nom Is The Result Of Indie Film Bias, And That's Not All Right
[ed. note: Mack kicks off our ongoing series of Oscar Rants with his take on The Kids Are All Right. Watch for more Oscar Rants coming soon. Here's Mack...]
Iím a prick. Iím an asshole, a cocksucker and a pretentious douche bag. I walked out of Spider-Man 2 and sat in my car until my friends were done watching it. I must have sighed at least forty times at the dialogue during Avatar. I own several Jim Jarmusch movies. I paid to see Woman Thou Art Loosed in the theater. I suck. I blame my father. When I was a kid we didnít have any of the premium movie channels. I bitched and moaned constantly, but invariably, I received one of the following three responses. 1) Theyíre a waste of money. 2) Youíre not old enough to have access to all those R-Rated movies. 3) (A long winded story about some dude my dad knew who couldnít control himself and blew off work repeatedly because he couldnít not finish a movie once he started watching it). I still donít quite understand what the hell that third one had to do with me, but as a twelve year old with no net income, I was powerless against those first two complains. In protest, I began watching the Independent Film Channel. It was like an uncensored gift from the cable company.
Between the ages of 12 and 18, I watched a minimum of three or four IFC movies a week. From Boogie Nights to Breaking The Waves to the criminally underrated superhero movie The Shadow, I developed an almost encyclopedic knowledge of all things too-weird, perverse and fucked-up for the casual American moviegoer. In time, I started to take a strange pride in this. It was a chip on my shoulder. Oh, you watched Lords Of Dogtown last night? Well, I watched its origin documentary Dogtown And The Z-Boys, and by the way, itís a far superior product. Just take a second to let the snobbery waft over you. Hereís the thing though, at some point, probably after I went to college and got real movie channels, I realized I was fucking insufferable. Worse yet, I realized I wasnít any more right than the mouthbreathers who saw Transformers 2 a dozen times. Movies arenít good simply because theyíre gritty, independent and underseen, just like they donít necessarily suck just because they were released by a studio or star Adam Sandler (The Wedding Singer owns). As much as it pisses me off that no one bothers to go out and see things like Buffalo 66, it pisses me off even more that critics and morons like my sixteen year old self elevate them a full point simply because theyíre independent. No movie is a better example of that ill-functioning barometer than The Kids Are All Right.
Hereís the problem with most Hollywood movies: they go off the rails during the last 1/3rd, betray all of their characters and squeeze out an easily-digestible ending to satiate the casual movie fan. Hereís the problem with most independent movies: they amble around without any real direction before choosing a seemingly arbitrary point to conclude. At some point, movie critics got together and called bullshit on the Hollywood phenomenon, but the gaping independent hole is not only glossed over, itís glorified, as if thereís some sort of poignancy in being directionless.
Skillfully written, superbly acted and oftentimes daring, The Kids Are All Right does a lot of things very well, but it also lacks focus, coherent plot and overall direction. Is this the story of two kids trying to connect with their sperm donor? If so, thereís no reason for them to disappear scene after scene as the innerworkings of Annette Bening and Julianne Mooreís troubled relationship usurps their quest for understanding. Or is The Kids Are All Right really a domesticated look at the partnership of those two women? If thatís the case, then the first twenty minutes of the movie shouldnít go to great lengths to focus on the teenagersí social problems. Then again, maybe the aim was to highlight all four as a family unit? This seems more likely, except if thatís really the objective, then viewers should get less Mark Ruffalo, especially the scenes involving him bedding employees at his restaurant. Any way you frame it, itís still disorganized. Yet, here we are, celebrating it as one of the ten best movies of the year. It may not be deserving, but itís certainly not surprising. Hereís how we got there.
Every year hundreds of independent movies are produced. Almost all of them are conceived, reared, distributed and put out to pasture in near obscurity. I donít have any figures on this, but letís say eighty percent follow that trajectory. That leaves twenty percent of independents that find some form of distribution. This can happen for any one of three reasons. 1) Itís really good. 2) It stars big name actors. 3) It has easily sellable or controversial subject matter. Most of the twenty percent contain one of these reasons. Take for example Winterís Bone. That movie was really fucking good. Therefore, after winning the Grand Jury Prize at Sundance, Roadside Attractions rolled it out in various art house theaters across the country. Every year though, thereís one or two independent movies that somehow nail all three of those distribution reasons. The Kids Are All Right is really good. It stars Annette Bening, Julianne Moore and Mark Ruffalo. Itís also about a lesbian couple and their children searching for a sperm donor. Whenever that happens, commentators start openly speculating on the filmís Oscar potential months in advance. Why? Because it has the independent film Academy Award pedigree. On paper, it looks like it was made simply for winning awards. The same logic applies with The Reader. 1) Itís really good. 2) It stars Kate Winslet. 3) Itís about a Nazi.
All of the kidsí friends are improperly used. They need to be around more or less. As is, they only hint at the emotional troubles each child is going through. Mark Ruffaloís job is completely unbelievable. How a man of such limited intelligence and lack of common sense could parlay his muted skill set into a lucrative business is anyoneís guess. The escalating porn volume scene is stupid and out of place, a misguided attempt at comedy that feels apart from the rest of the film. And perhaps worse of all, there is not one single scene in The Kids Are All Right thatís truly brilliant. The film comes close once, when Annette Bening zones out for dinner, but this is surpassed by individual moments in at least twenty other films released last year. Letís for a second pretend weíre buddies, and you came to me and said you just watched (insert any of the Best Picture nominees save The Kids Are All Right). My response would be as follows: "Holy Shit! How awesome was the Henley sequence in The Social Network?" Or "Did you cry when Andy made his decision at the end of Toy Story 3?" Or, "did you breathe once during the final Black Swan performance?" "Wasnít that crazy when the cop pulled over Teardrop?" You know what I would say about The Kids Are All Right? "That was a pretty good movie, wasnít it?"
Iím a stiff neck, a haughty, arrogant ass that actually owns a film named Julian Donkey-Boy. Then again, I also own two copies of Grandmaís Boy. One is a special edition and the other came in a two pack with Borat. Itís against my better judgment. Certainly, a younger version of myself likely would have bitchslapped me for such an offense, but growing up is about admitting when you were off base. For years, I engaged in independent film bias. I equated risky subject matter and daring performances with quality, when really, thatís just one element in a larger equation. The Kids Are All Right is full of chance-taking and balls-to-the-wall performances, but it also lacks direction and momentary brilliance. I would recommend it to anyone. Itís a damn fine movie, but that doesnít mean itís Oscar-worthy. Anyone who tells you otherwise has an indie film bias. Take it from someone who knows.
Authorís Note: For the record, I approve of Bening and Ruffaloís nominations, just not the filmís nomination for Best Picture.
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