(Opening photo: AFP/Dimitar Dilkoff)
On March 11 this year, I woke up to a nightmare. I opened the laptop with trembling hands, my teeth began to chatter painfully when the monitor light came on, my excited twitches only allowed me to enter “Oscar Award” correctly in the search engine for the third time. My dreams were waiting there, shyly hiding behind the pop-up banner. I heard small, short squeaks, like a cat seeing a bird on a branch outside the window.
The banner disappeared (some root wanted to sell me a petrol chainsaw, I got rid of it as soon as possible), I even happily accepted the optional cookies, just let them go, let the beautiful new world come true in my mind!
And then reality hit me…
Best Film: Oppenheimer.
I haven’t seen it, I still don’t understand what it has to do with Barbie. It has an all white face on the cover. Interesting…
Best man (they haven’t been able to get rid of this binary yet, let’s leave it at that…) protagonist: Cillian Murphy.
The foser is snow white, I can’t believe that no one sees this!
I heard that his character is always dating girls, and his name is…Oppenheimer…well, what can I say, he’s quite Jewish. They could have paid attention to this when the genocide was taking place somewhere. This is not appropriate now.
All of a sudden, my hands clenched into fists, I fell back on the bed and drooled into my pillow and screamed:
This cannot happen again!”
And my cries were heard up there! I mean in America. Now, they say, the American Academy of Film and Television has finally come to its senses and decided that from now on, only films that feature disadvantaged groups in the cast or in the story can receive Oscars.
I can see the future, it’s beautiful, I’m there in the green fields beyond the banners, I can feel the ears of corn caressing back in my palm, and I’m watching
gay, straight, black, white and wheelchair-bound happily run together.
Today I finally get out of bed!
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In fact, on December 6, 2004, I woke up to a nightmare. That’s why I’m full of hope right now. I sincerely hope that in the coming years only Ukrainians will receive the award for the best foreign language film. But really! If all the awards have to be given to them anyway, then at least they should really show the oppressed and excluded disadvantaged ethnic groups in their countries in their films.
For example, the Hungarians or the Romanians, horribile dictu: the Russians.
They could make a feature film about how the rights of minorities have been taken back in the last ten years, or how chauvinistic families who look like the cast of Mobster after two weeks in Eastern Europe are taking over some cities.
But from my point of view, Hollywood can also dog these stories. The Hungarian ballad of Ségény Münkacsi, who falls in the war between two Slavic brother nations,
while at home the beautiful and young Ukrainian bride is shunned by the suspicious-looking men who pushed the Turul statue into the castle moat. If that’s not a Hollywood script, it is. Ah, what am I talking about, that time has passed.
The black James Bond will roll into the Ukrainian front instead of an Aston Martin in a wheelchair tuned by the Q-Class.
We don’t even need local minorities here. Neither Hungarians nor Russians. We’ll get that Oscar even without them.
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