It's a moribund, irrelevant, self-congratulatory
circle jerk intended to squeeze more money out of a gullible public in order
to grab even more grotesque profits from grotesquely-expensive 'films'. It
rewards achievement you say: really? Titanic, Gandhi, Roberto Benigni,
Elizabeth Taylor in Butterfield 8.
The whole system is best represented by those jarring out-of-place songs over the final
credits that are completely out of character with the content or mood of the
movie: inserted merely to troll for a nomination in yet another category and thus
the potential for more filthy lucre.
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You haven't lived until you pay 5 bucks for a coke and 10 for a bag of stale popcorn greased up with rodent feces flavored / speckled butter while watching the latest flick on the first night at the theatre so that any spoiler alert about the movie cannot yet be printed on social media by those nasty young millennial buggers. All part of that rich American Hollywood experience / schtick.
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