Dances with Wolves is the How Green Was My Valley of 1990, which is to say, a really good film that has been unfairly slagged because it won the Oscar over a more acclaimed movie. A gentle reminder for the true movie fan: it is possible to prefer one film without trashing another. My movie shelf includes both Goodfellas and Dances with Wolves.
Named for Katie-Bar-The-Door, the Katies are "alternate Oscars"—who should have been nominated, who should have won—but really they're just an excuse to write a history of the movies from the Silent Era to the present day.
To see a list of nominees and winners by decade, as well as links to my essays about them, click the highlighted links:
Look at me—Joe College, with a touch of arthritis. Are my eyes really brown? Uh, no, they're green. Would we have the nerve to dive into the icy water and save a person from drowning? That's a key question. I, of course, can't swim, so I never have to face it. Say, haven't you anything better to do than to keep popping in here early every morning and asking a lot of fool questions?