The Oscars are, quite famously, named after Oscar the Grouch, the prototypical angry white man. Viewed through this historical lens, it makes sense that the Academy inordinately rewards films about white men who are very, very furious about something. What they're mad about doesn't matter. It could be anything, really — a person, a car, a breakfast, a political uprising, a horse. It's the sheer fact of manly misanthropy that makes a film compelling, important, and worthy of praise. A good film should force you to stop and wonder: Why is this man mad, and is it my fault? (When a fictional woman is angry, remember: She's ungrateful. And this is unattractive to the Academy, who just nominated, like, ten women!)
During 2020's furiously truncated Oscar season, it will be hard to remember: Which white man is pissed about which thing, again? Below, we've created a helpful list. Refer back to it early and often until you, too, become incandescent with rage. Maybe someday somebody will make a movie about you!
lack of external rage indicates quiet internal fury
Parasite: N/A
List at the link.
Too late to add Oscar the Grouch as 2020 host?