My dearest Academy, 

This year, just like every other year before it, awards season has come along and, just like every other year, I must feign interest in the opinions of the “Academy.” As a self-proclaimed film buff, I have to admit that I can’t help but look when the nominations are released. Although lately, it has felt more like a fiery-car-crash-that-I-can’t-look-away-from situation. I am guilty of rubbernecking the Oscars.

This weekend, as the award show itself approaches, my annoyance only grows stronger. Now, don’t get me wrong, there are some good, even some fantastic, nominees. This year, history repeats itself as the Academy glosses over some of the most stellar performances and once again snubs talented and deserving female directors. 

Alright. Well, how about that best directors category? Not. A. Single. Woman. Not even one! The category maintains its reputation as a swanky boys club. Not that some of the men aren’t deserving — I mean, Bong Joon Ho delivered one of my favorite movies of the year — but come on, guys. How long are we going to ignore the Greta Gerwigs of the world? Ignorance of such talent is cowardly and only allows sexism in the industry to grow stronger. 

Now, let us address the disregard for “Uncut Gems,” “The Farewell,” and “The Lighthouse” — among others. All three of these films contained some of the most impressive performances of 2019, and yet … nothing. I mean, are we just gonna ignore Willem Dafoe’s horrifying wickie ramblings? Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead, Academy! Hark!

My patience grows thinner as years go by and nothing changes. Every year, without fail, we see awards shows dominated by white men. Every year, a part of me clings onto the hope that something will change. But the industry is living in the past. The Academy is living in the past. They only have eyes for the Tarantinos and Scorseses. And I, for one, am sick of it. 

Sincerely, 

Agitated Film Nerd