Lady Gaga took the famous Tiffany Diamond to its first award show ever, Jason Momoa wore a pink scrunchie and women everywhere fell even deeper in love with him, “Green Book” won best picture and no one was really sure why, Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga’s onstage performance of “Shallow” brought sultry to an entirely new level, the award for best acceptance speech went to Olivia Colman, and the show went without a host for the first time in 30 years and it was a bit of a mess, but that’s okay because Marie Kondo was there.
They say movies have gotten better—that what we have now doesn’t even compare. I tend to believe the opposite is true. I treasure experiencing classic films like “Roman Holiday,” “To Catch a Theif,” and “The Wizard of Oz” over and over. There is no experience like watching “Gone With The Wind,” a movie with no CGI and few special effects, just talented actors, incredible sets, spectacular costumes and crafty cinematography. There will always be more stories to tell and surely new ways to tell them. But, does that make them inherently better? What if, in all our grandeur, we have stopped serving the story? Read More