A delicious piece in The Telegraph today which left me unsure whether to laugh or cry. Well, not really, because laughing won hands down! It concerned that fat, whiskery slob, Harvey Weinstein who is, 'as any fule do no', a very, very naughty boy. Not satisfied, apparently, with running his hands over every female member of the Hollywood harem, he ran mega-rich marketing campaigns to push his own productions to the top of the Oscars competition combined with vindictive, underhand practices to denigrate any competitors. 'Whodathunkit?'
Apparently, his trickery/business acumen (you choose) reached its heights (or depths, you choose again) with the successful campaign he mounted to drive the Miramax film "Shakespeare in Love" to the Best Film award despite running against "Saving Private Ryan" - and in America, too! Now seriously, 'Whodathunkthat?' Of course, it is true (because I say so!) that "Shakespeare in Love" was the better film, not least because most of the script was written by the most brilliant playwright of the last 50-odd years, Tom Stoppard. It is a witty romance of the highest quality. Alas, "Saving Private Ryan", despite being made by arguably the greatest film-maker of recent decades, Steven Spielberg, lost its way after the first superb 20-odd minutes when the beach landing scenes ended. After that, despite a heart-warming story line, it reverted to a typical Hollywood war movie.
However, these revelations showing the 'dirty tricks of the trade' practiced by Weinstein, serve a greater, if unintentional, benefit by demonstrating that all these so-called artistic prize award competitions are putrid rubbish. I have ignored the Oscars for decades, they are, with a hat-tip to Shakespeare, tales told by idiots, for idiots, and which signify nothing!