The Oscars are tonight and I will be watching, as I have done every year since 1972. That year I was ten years old and I was supposed to be in bed by 9 p.m. but most nights, after my parents went down to the basement level to watch TV, I snuck into the kitchen and watched TV on the small set in there, with the sound very low.
I remember seeing Charlie Chaplin win a lifetime achievement Oscar in 1972 and I was very happy because I knew who he was from watching silent movies at Shakey's Pizza.
I have always loved movies. My parents loved movies. My mother went into labor with me at a John Wayne movie in 1962. My parents used to load me and my brother into the station wagon and take us to the drive in movie and we would play in the back and then fall asleep. Paying our way in was no problem because I think kids under 6 got in free. It was cheaper than paying a babysitter.
Movies offered an escape. I would sit there in the dark and feel like I was actually part of the action of the movie. Movies consumed me. They were like a two hour vacation from every day reality. I was the fat kid who got bullied a lot in school. I was a tomboy and my mother was constantly trying to make me ladylike. I was constantly craving Dad's attention and he worked all the time, and spent a lot of free time taking my brother hunting. I outgrew my clothes every five minutes and so my clothes usually didn't fit properly. I didn't learn to read until second grade and before that I was convinced that I was an idiot and my parents were too nice to be honest with me about it.
In short, childhood was not a happy time for me. I spent much of it being miserable and wishing I were somewhere else.
Movies offered escape. Once I learned to read, at age 7, books did too.
I was watching a story on CBS Sunday Morning a few minutes ago about this being the 50th anniversary of the release of The Godfather. We went to see that as a family. I don't remember much about seeing the movie that first time except the wedding scenes. My parents loved it. It offered a glimpse into a world that was entirely alien to me. I didn't know anyone who was Italian. All I knew was the white middle class suburban Southern world.
This year I have only seen a few of the movies nominated for Best Picture, but I am dismayed by the choices. Here are a few thoughts about the films I have seen.
