AMPAS, or The Academy, loves to hand out Oscars to elderly folks deemed unworthy of receiving one when they were in their prime. They call it an honorary Oscar, but it’s basically a belated apology given to great artists before they die. A couple days ago, 79-year-old French auteur Jean-Luc Godard was pegged to receive one of these better late than never statues at the Governors Awards in November. One small problem: the Academy can’t find Godard (via THR).
“We’ve been attempting to reach him since 7 o’clock Tuesday evening and we have as yet had no confirmation,” Bruce Davis, the Academy’s executive director, said late Wednesday afternoon. “We have tried by telephone, by fax, by emails to various friends and associates. We have sent a formal letter by FedEx. But we have certainly not been told he will show up at this point.”
To the Mystery Machine! Is he holed up in a secluded hideout? Is he blowing the Academy off? Is he dead? Nobody, except Godard, seems to know, but I’m picturing him dropping his pants and shaking his pasty white old man butt at the answering machine while shouting, “Je m’en fou!” (Look it up, it’s naughty.)
C’mon, the guy can’t stand the Hollywood machine and evidently isn’t fond of flying either. Methinks he has no intention of accepting the little gold man. Or maybe his cold dead corpse is slowly decomposing on the dirty bathroom floor of a seedy Swiss motel. Tee-hee.