A week or so after cranky dinosaur Steven Spielberg threw a Hollywood power broker version of a toddler’s tantrum over Netflix movies being in the running for Oscars, he appears to be changing his tune. Steven and Ted Sarandos, the head of Netflix, were seen meeting at a members-only club where they probably talked about how they can kiss and make-up and be friends.
To recap, Steven is pissed that Netflix has the same Oscar nomination potential as films released solely in movie theaters. Steven didn’t think it was right that some Netflix movies are only in theaters for an Oscar-qualifying hot second, so they have way more cash to spend on marketing during awards season. He’s also old-school Hollywood and doesn’t think it’s fair how Netflix releases are available for such a wider international audience.
Why does it matter what Steven says? Because he’s Steven Fucking Spielberg! That and he’s also the governor of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences directors branch, so what Steven says pretty much goes.
The Hollywood Reporter says that Steven and Ted met at the ultra swanky San Vicente Bungalows. How we know about this is a mystery, since cellphones are banned inside and the staff probably have a No-Talk Clause that threatens them with surgical tongue removal lest we know anything about how the other half chooses to spend their private time. We didn’t get much more dirt other than these two met up to talk, as neither spokesperson for these Head Honchos has said anything about the meeting.
Steven needs to get over himself and realize that the times they are a-changing. And while many still go to the theater, I, for one, will only go if it’s the kind where the seat goes all the way down and you can order a manicure/pedicure as an attendant throws popcorn into your mouth while your nails are drying. For the price of the ticket and the crap quality of most of the movies coming out, that’s pretty much just the tip of the melting iceberg (with respect to polar bears) of what it takes to get most people into a movie theatre in 2019. The loud crunching of strangers, occasional farting, cell phone lights, and loud whispered conversations are a major drag.
Besides, I doubt Steven has even set foot in a public theatre lately to enjoy the collective cinematic consciousness that he vows he’s trying to protect! And who is to say my Tuesday night Dawson’s Creek viewing parties don’t count as cinematic collective consciousness? How dare you, Spielberg!