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“Hollywood is simple to hate, simple to sneer at, simple to lampoon,” Raymond Chandler wrote in The Atlantic in 1945.
Chandler, on the time already a well-liked writer of detective fiction, had these days begun working as a screenwriter, however he nonetheless thought-about himself an outsider within the film enterprise. “I maintain no transient for Hollywood,” Chandler wrote. “I’ve labored there just a little over two years, which is much from sufficient to make me an authority, however greater than sufficient to make me really feel fairly completely bored. That shouldn’t be so. An trade with such huge sources and such magic strategies mustn’t turn into uninteresting so quickly.”
But uninteresting is precisely what Chandler discovered the trade to be. Its folks, he thought, had been primarily shallow backstabbers:
I suppose the reality is that the veterans of the Hollywood scene don’t understand how little they’re getting, what number of uninteresting egotists they need to smile at, what number of shoddy folks they need to deal with as buddies, how little actual accomplishment is feasible, how a lot gaudy trash their life accommodates. The superficial friendliness of Hollywood is nice—till you discover out that almost each sleeve conceals a knife.
Amongst Chandler’s many complaints was what he perceived as an absence of respect for writers. “The primary image I labored on was nominated for an Academy award (if which means something),” he recounted, “however I used to be not even invited to the press evaluation held proper within the studio.”
Do the Academy Awards imply something? Within the lead-up to Sunday night time’s 96th Oscars, you too could end up asking this query about what one other Forties Atlantic author as soon as termed “the Academy’s annual rodeo of self-approbation.”
“For years,” my colleague David Sims, who covers movie, wrote just lately, “the panicked query across the Academy Awards has been the identical because the one bedeviling each different pop-cultural awards present: Does anybody even care anymore?” Particularly in 2024, following a yr wherein Hollywood was steadily within the information for its ongoing streaming woes and protracted labor disputes, one would possibly naturally conclude that the glitz of the crimson carpet is little greater than a showy distraction from the actually essential points going through the trade and its employees.
Actually, showy distraction is a key a part of the Oscars’ DNA. As Dana Stevens has written in The Atlantic, the Academy of Movement Image Arts and Sciences was shaped in 1927, “when the silent period was coming to an abrupt shut and the studio system’s grip on the trade was tightening. Because the craft guilds shaped within the Twenties started to threaten strikes, the MGM mogul Louis B. Mayer banded along with a bunch of influential trade gamers, together with producers, administrators, writers, and actors, to determine a bulwark towards rising labor unrest.” The awards, created the next yr, had been primarily a guess on preserving the expertise in line: “If I obtained them cups and awards,” Mayer mirrored a long time later, “they’d kill themselves to supply what I wished.”
From the vantage level of the Forties, Mayer’s guess appeared to have kind of paid off. Members of the Academy, Chandler lamented in a 1948 Atlantic essay, “Oscar Night time in Hollywood,” had been “conditioned to pondering of benefit solely when it comes to field workplace and ballyhoo.” True high quality, based on Chandler, mattered little: “An outstanding job in a flop image would get you nothing.”
Nonetheless, even the cynical Chandler thought that the awards, at their finest, might function a reminder of movie’s inventive potential. “Within the movement image we possess an artwork medium whose glories are usually not all behind us,” he wrote. “It has already produced nice work, and if, comparatively and proportionately, far too little of that nice work has been achieved in Hollywood, I believe that’s all of the extra purpose why in its annual tribal dance of the celebs and the big-shot producers Hollywood ought to contrive just a little quiet consciousness of the actual fact.” (“After all it gained’t,” Chandler concluded. “I’m simply daydreaming.”)
Additionally in 1948, Jean Hersholt, then the president of the Academy, put a extra constructive spin on issues, boasting in an article for The Atlantic that the Academy had “already firmly succeeded in establishing around the world the thought of artistic incentive.”
This week, I requested David for his ideas on these Forties characterizations of what—and whom—the Oscars are for. In 1948, David advised me, Chandler wasn’t mistaken: The awards had been “primarily a back-patting reputation competitors between the massive studios, nonetheless years away from recognizing something approaching impartial or overseas cinema. All of that’s nonetheless baked into the present, after all—there’s no night time extra full of self-congratulation—however what Chandler most likely didn’t anticipate is that the Oscars turned a method for critical grownup cinema to outlive as a studio curiosity.”
The Oscars, that’s, are one purpose that, as an alternative of focusing solely on maximizing revenue, Hollywood continues to make genuinely good films which will or could not show to be vastly fashionable. David acknowledged that “in right now’s globally minded market, firms principally care about worldwide grosses.” However, he mentioned, “profitable a giant trophy remains to be a motivating issue. That’s how we get refined films like Poor Issues, American Fiction, and even Oppenheimer, together with the extra daring materials up for awards this yr, like The Zone of Curiosity and Anatomy of a Fall.”
Perhaps the awards ceremony does, in spite of everything, present a precious “artistic incentive” for the individuals who make films—even when watching it from afar could be moderately uninteresting for the remainder of us.
