In the beginning it was called the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and/or Sciences. While its ostensible purpose was management-approved mediation, its implicit goal was to pre-empt actors, writers and directors from organizing, as carpenters, musicians and electricians had done in 1926. Statuettes were an afterthought.
Actress Kim Novak took the trouble of taking out a full-page ad in Variety on Monday to accuse one of the most buzzed-about movies of 2011, “The Artist,” of violating her “body of work” by borrowing music from Alfred Hitchcock’s “Vertigo” to set a retro mood.
Basically, I love movies about moviemaking. And basically, Hollywood loves making these movies. They have been a well-established genre since Chaplin was a pup. And a pretty good genre it is—there’s nothing like self-regard to bring out the feverish in people.
A visitor at New York City’s Metropolitan Museum of Art made her mark, unexpectedly, on Pablo Picasso’s turn-of-the-last-century painting “The Actor” by accidentally falling into it Friday and adding a 6-inch rip not intended by the artist to the lower right corner of the canvas. Big oops!