The Academy Awards are known for following a script – in terms of not just the ceremony’s narrative but quite often the winners themselves. Like most awards, the Oscars are preceded by speculations and calculated predictions, and the final results, with few exceptions, are hardly surprising. This year’s Oscars, though, deviated from the script in multiple ways.
The obvious difference was the absence of host. The Academy, presumably mindful of the goof-ups in the last host-less Oscars, didn’t try anything flashy. The ceremony was straightforward, quiet and, there’s no kinder way to put it, dull. But given the messy lead-up to the awards, the Academy would have settled for that bargain.
The second deviation, however, was more significant: Roma, directed by Alfonso Cuarón, was nominated for 10 Oscars. In a mediocre year for Hollywood cinema, Roma, a Mexican Netflix film, looked to sweep the awards. But by the end of the night, it won just three Oscars (Best Director, Best Cinematographer, Best Foreign Language Film). It couldn’t even win the Best Picture, which went to Green Book – a safe, simple film which, in a stronger year, would have struggled to get nominated.
The Best Picture’s winners have not always been unanimous picks – Slumdog Millionaire (2008), The King’s Speech (2010) and Argo (2012), in recent years, have given the Oscars skeptics much to talk about – but none of them have been as shocking as Crash getting the nod over Brokeback Mountain, in 2005. The Green Book win comes close.
But this year’s Oscars also signify a step forward. Ruth E. Carter became the first African-American woman to win an Academy Award for Best Costume Design. Hannah Beachler won for Best Production Design, the first time a woman of colour has been nominated in the category. These wins become more poignant in terms of historical context: No African-American woman has won a non-acting Oscar in 30 years. Similarly, Rami Malek, playing Freddie Mercury in Bohemian Rhapsody, became the first Arab-American to win the Best Actor.
The Best Animated Film, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, like the multiple Oscar-nominated Black Panther, departing from tradition, centres on a superhero of African descent: the former’s protagonist is Afro-latino, the latter African-American. Spider-Man’s filmmaker, Peter Ramsey, became the first black director to win in an animated feature category.
The evening was dominated by people of colour and women – something that hasn’t happened before, a particularly potent fact in the wake of the 2015 #OscarsSoWhite protests. This year’s awards even had an Indian connection: Period. End of Sentence – set in an Indian village, tackling the stigma around menstruation – won the Best Documentary Short Subject. Guneet Monga, an Indian executive producer on the movie, was mentioned by filmmaker Rayka Zehtabchi in her acceptance speech.
But the ceremony, on its own, lacked personality. It opened to a middling performance by the Queen (the centrepiece of Bohemian Rhapsody), and then segued into a largely insipid evening. The ceremony’s highlights were so few that you could count them on your right-hand, with a few fingers remaining. Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga, performing ‘Shallow’ from A Star is Born (which also won the Best Original Song), looked wonderfully co-ordinated – eyes locking, smiles dropping, singing in unison – that their piece seemed a whole in itself.
Then there was Olivia Colman, winning the Best Actress for The Favourite, a well-deserved honour for a searing, haunting performance, who gave a funny acceptance speech, which was also delightfully disorienting: thanking a list of people she feared she would forget, taking digs at the Oscars (and herself), acknowledging the other nominees (Glenn Close and Lady Gaga), in part-disbelief and -admiration.
The star of the evening though, by quite a distance, was Spike Lee, nominated for the Best Director and Adapted Screenplay. After a point, Lee was everywhere. He was visibly non-impressed – effecting a slight wink and a mordant nod – when John Mulaney and Awkwafina flattered him on stage before presenting the Best Animated Short Film award. Then Lee won for Best Adapted Screenplay, and he came on stage, jumped, and embraced Samuel Jackson, with the excitement of an animated teen. (“Do not turn that…clock on!” he said, in his thank you note, referring to the acceptance speeches’ time limit.) Not long after, Lee stood up, threw his hand in the air, and bowed when Barbra Streisand, presenting the best-picture clip for BlackKklansman, remarked on their shared Brooklyn roots.
When Green Book won the Best Picture, Lee reportedly waved his arms in anger before attempting to storm out of the theatre (but was stopped at the doors). He was asked about Green Book’s win backstage, and Lee, sipping champagne, had no patience for ambiguity: “I’m snakebit. Every time someone’s driving somebody, I lose,” he said, referring to Driving Miss Daisy – based on a premise similar to Green Room – overshadowing his breakout film, Do the Right Thing, at the 63rd Academy Awards.
Green Book has, in fact, been criticised for perpetuating the ‘White Saviour’ trope. Expecting giant strides from the Academy is perhaps naive, but this year’s Oscars exemplify that self-reflection is not beyond its realm.