The Oscars as
always are a mixed bag, often better for the couture
than for the films that grab the gold. The
Green Book was not a dreadful film and it may well pass the ten-year test,
making the cable movie channel rounds a decade from now. But the Driving Mr Shirley plotline,
cringe-worthy ending around the Christmas tree, and Viggo Mortenson’s noble (failed)
attempt to make Italians look