Man, oh man is the Academy just about shitting their pants over The Birth of a Nation. No, not that one, you racist. The one that just swept its way to awards glory at Sundance. The film that African American Nate Parker co-wrote, directed and stars in and looks like manna from the heavens to an institution that's now fielded forty straight white acting Oscar nominees and is under fire for claims of Whitewashing.
I'm not saying that the film isn't good—I haven't seen it—but just its very existence has likely caused the old white men running the Academy to simultaneously ejaculate in a display that likely rivaled the fountains at the Bellagio (p.s. Thanks for wasting five minutes of your heist comedy on those fountains, Steven Soderbergh). Add in the fact that the film has a primo October release date, right in the heart of an Oscar season looking to kick off with the release of Oliver Stone's Snowden on September 16, and you've got the makings of a film to reward in an attempt to right wrongs.
I can only hope that people see the film without any of that noise in their heads and judge it on its own merit. I guess it's just the cynic in me that gets swept up in this kind of thing. I hope I'm wrong, but I'm probably not.