Why Leonardo DiCaprio Could Wait.

This blog is much more in depth than why Leonardo Dicaprio could wait, though we're going there later somewhere in paragraph unsure. Russovoir just thought it'd catch your attention where at this point, he's got you, old sport. What are you doing? Don't leave yet. Rose even had had the decency to hold on to Jack for a blistering hour before she let him go. Stay for a while, listen to what Russovoir has to say. He guarantees you it's a blood diamond of an opinion.

Cinema is one of the most powerful mediums of communication. As much as Russovoir would like to quote that to himself, surely it hadn't had taken long for anyone who's been in the industry when the immortality of Hollywood is because they excel in it (what he would rather want instead is you think of Russovoir whenever after a movie you're stricken by it). Cinema can inspire a generation by recollecting historical events; such films inflate in us an air of altruism that make us better people, at least in thought, somehow beneficial in due time. Or maybe even remaining in thought for good, but still, most, you're better than were before. Cinema can influence the decisions one had made by conditioning the present, somehow rewriting the future, pen at an optimistic curve. It entertains, it distracts, it's a tool to exercise emotions unused or untapped, somehow draining us because life will have to fill us up with unsought emotions, and avoid spilling over, and be controlled by them. And at a much larger scale, the one that siphons immortality to the film industry, is by the blood that runs in each and every one of us, race, color, religion, orientation, cinema draws everyone closer as one, of the vulnerable need to be seen, heard, feel, know, learn, adapt, unite, mankind.

The same mankind, at least the musically-inclined or the pop culturist, was in tune to the annual orchestration now at their 56th, Grammy Awards. The music industry is not essentially Russovoir's cup of tea. Well, he takes sips, but it's not something he would go over to the kitchen for for everyone's pleasure. Regardless, if this rusty vinyl record can still play, if you could just blow off the top of dust, the last two Grammy Awards, 2013 and 2012 retrograde, artists who say, scratched the event to sound like a broken record of their own albums; new artists, fresh artists, artists who we never heard before, nor we entirely agree are totally 'music to our ears', but were given due recognition. That's what the Grammy's all about, a fertile platform where anyone who gets music and constantly innovating; vocals high up, vocals way down, above the drone and static, keeping the music industry alive as though on a heart monitor.

Mumford and Sons, 2013 Album of the Year.

Like a tuning fork, the very much alive point system of the Grammys resonates to the Academy with, if not synchronized at least persistent and consistent, under any circumstances outside vibrations will try to intercept the echo they have been trying (and have succeeded) to send.

Why don't you take a break and stretch? 

Come back when you see fit to finish.

You're back. Good. Russovoir made some tea. Because we're finally at his cup of tea, the Academy Awards. The 2013 Academy Awards, still olfactory of mint judgement, has been ambivalent with the public; it's so tawdry, so pretentious - have they no heart for the starving children in Africa? The echo is simple: recognize talent. All else are perks, the jewels to a crown; without them, it's still a crown. They will still have talent over their heads, like a halo had it not been emitting (glaring) luster. The Academy, be they maybe mainstream or independent, is a kingdom that runs by democracy. Although while the final decision(s) is/are determined by the kings and queens of such kingdom, the essential note that we, the people, have had (a) film/s we're rooting for can tell about ourselves, where we stand and believe in the powerful means of communication. This generation and the next.

Ben Affleck's Argo, Quentin Tarantino's Django Unchained, Ang Lee's Life of Pi, these 2013 box office-grossing films sent shockwaves to the world (a little dramatic there but remember, mankind) where as though they were on a three-player game of who has had the last grip. Although while the other six (6) nominees have a unique echo, Beasts of the Southern Wild coming in bold and brave, with which no notable actors nor retaining value, Zero Dark Thirty on terrorism-free America, Lincoln, from which Daniel Day-Lewis won Best Actor as Abraham Lincoln, a figure of historical reform, these three films spat saliva on Oscar and rubbed a reflection of, by, and for the people.

Actor/Director Ben Affleck wins 2013 Best Picture, Argo.

Original screenplay, clean (both clarity and morality) storyline, and cutting-edge cinematography, that's the reflection, at least for Russovoir, looking back at us from our TV screens; the criteria, the winning combination to be knighted (including a nomination) by the Academy. Quentin Tarantino, screen writer and director of Django Unchained - the D is silent - flicked the tuning fork with compassion, "It's our time, screen writers!"; Director Ang Lee couldn't have thanked enough for the people behind the vibrant special effects of Life of Pi. Not to mention the goodness of its storyline; and Ben Affleck, oh this man, it was such an emotional moment for the tenacious director, has had wished a night of recognition for his daredevil efforts. That's what the Academy's all about.

Are you still working on your tea?

Do you want a second pour?

Bearing all of this in mind, just until the last period of this blood diamond has been dotted, as the nine (9) outstanding nominees for Best Picture are below for your convenience, and perhaps a movies must-watch list in countdown to the most prestigious night of the film industry, whichever film you root for says about you, that echoes, almost uncontrollably to the impressionable, inquisitive generation.

Surely bribery, notoriety, and an exhausting reminder of slavery and marginalization aren't the precepts we're imparting to our children's children; that we promote such behavior and perception. Although while as far as performance goes, these films are a prime of each and everyone in them - DiCaprio as one. But you see now, he could wait (moreover, this is the part where Russovoir redacts and specifies that Best Actor in a Leading Role for The Wolf of Wall Street could be his, among many leading roles that would've had been).

If the Academy is anything like the Grammys, which Russovoir still believes so, original screenplay (Gravity, Her) already should have had made extra brownie points. That Hollywood, the film industry is only as sustainable as how ingenuity introduces a curious way to an appended, vigorous pulse (refer to the tuning fork analogy); a church whose homily indoctrinates bravery, resilience, fortitude, and compassion, and awareness of people's extraordinary lives (Captain Phillips, Philomena, Dallas Buyers Club). Each and every emotion that fills up in us inspiration and goodness that hadn't had been there before. A school, hence called Academy, where GMRC (Good Moral and Right Conduct) is what the students (directors, screenwriters, actors) ultimately strive for. It never was about the money, thankfully, nor popularity, or it would've had been a stigma if Avengers (2012), highest-grossing film of all time of $1.5B, won Best Picture. Madness.