I have stayed silent for too long. Two months ago, I wrote a review on a film entitled Frost/Nixon. I dismissed it as entertainment, a film that wouldn’t touch an Oscar. I said the film was nothing special, that it would be forgotten soon…
Two months, $10 million, and 5 Academy Award nominations later, apparently I was wrong. Very wrong. Frost/Nixon was nominated for Best Picture, Director, Actor, Screenplay, and Editing. Why? What on Earth would cause such a travesty? I could easily think of 10 films from the summer that were more engaging, entertaining, or God forbid thought-provoking than Frost/Nixon.
Take Wall-E for an example. (My #5 film of last year) Wall-E was hilarious and all that, but it took an incredibly powerful message and delivered it in a way that little 5-year olds could soak it up, remember it, and enjoy the film along the way. Frost/Nixon crams the morals down our skinny little throats. Consider Kevin Bacon’s monologue at the end about how Nixon’s future relies on the interview. It’s a perfect example of how it takes an interesting topic and waters it down to TV Land level.
The bad thing about Frost/Nixon is how it depends on all these symbolisms and exaggerations and yet at the core, we cannot decipher them, or at the very least, care. Why? Because it gives us no one to emphasize with. If Langella didn’t play Nixon so over-the-top (in a terrific performance I grant you) we’d care. If Sheen as David Frost wasn’t such an emotional black-hole throughout the movie we’d care. But it is over-the-top, it is emotionally disconnected, and suffers as a result.
The Academy has fallen for this ploy. And Frank Langella as Richard Nixon is magnificent, as well. But see The Wrestler. Look at the pain that aches and simmers throught Mickey Rourke. You see it in his eyes, you see it in his body language. You hear it when he talks. That was a real emotional experience. This is studio-produced Oscar bait. And the sad thing? The Academy took it.