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Turning inward: a decidedly Anglophone awards season

Recognition for international films is thin on the ground in anglophone countries, and where sweet success comes, it carries the vinegary taint of disrespect.


It was a similar story at the Critics Choice Awards last week, with Kleber Mendonça Filho and producer Emilie Lesclaux’s Best International Film award presented to them in a trivial manner on the red carpet, and, unsurprisingly, some of the guild awards (Actors Awards – formerly the Screen Actors Guild Awards – and the Directors’ Guild Awards). English only please!

The guild lists aren’t a great surprise, with an ongoing habit of ignoring international movies; backed by their unions, these awards tend to favour their members, and in some cases films are marked as ineligible for entry if outside the membership (this was indeed the case for The Secret Agent at the DGAs). Yet, with these limiting boundaries, they are still talked about as signposts for the Oscars race, which has to be aggravating for anyone running a campaign for one of these films.

As the English-speaking industries continue to sideline their international peers, they’re skipping past top-tier filmmaking that responds urgently to today’s issues, possibilities and traumas. For those hoping for some tropical recognition, the exclusions and red The Secret Agent stings. And yet others rewarded it. Brazil has been in a state of jubilation since the film’s historic double win at the Golden Globes, reviving its Oscars hopes – along with the Astra Awards’ honouring Moura with an Acting Achievement Award this weekend). Yet Mendonça Filho was the only recipient interrupted by music playing him off the stage, just as he was encouraging young American filmmakers to use their craft and document their reality. Notably, he and Moura were the only winners to use their speeches to highlight film’s ability to speak truth to power.

Even as things are looking up for The Secret Agent, the systemic problem persists. Recognition for international films is thin on the ground in English-speaking countries, and where sweet success comes, it carries the vinegary taint of disrespect.

Containing these films to the singular and crowded Best International Film category dents their trajectory toward the Oscars. And while some fans pooh-pooh the industry backslapping of awards season, as Amanda Seyfried recently explained, even just being nominated gets you ‘on a list’ with fellow filmmakers for future projects. So it does matter.

But something more vital is missing here. The world is in turmoil. Trump’s US administration is on a demented inward turn, divesting from numerous international agreements; terrorising brown and Black people (Latinos and Somalis in particular) at home with indiscriminate and violent ICE roundups for citizens and immigrants alike, and abroad with its recent unprovoked attack on Venezuela; and now threatening Greenland, Cuba and Iran.

Iran is going through its own upheaval, with massive ground-level protests against the current regime complicated by the appearance of the former Shah’s son as a would-be contender, and of course the US and Israel’s evergreen hostility.

European nations, alarmed by Trump’s international aggression, are talking about tooling up again, and the UK’s special relationship is looking like more of a liability with every passing day.

And in the background of all of it, far-right movements and insistently racist, xenophobic, anti-immigrant voices persist, both in rhetoric and policy.

Such times galvanise artists, and indeed the weighty themes present in this year’s big releases back that theory; dictatorship, assassination, corruption, apartheid, imprisonment and torture, language, love and loss. Filmmakers this year have a lot to say, but apparently the English-speaking cinema industries don’t want to hear it.


It’s at moments like this, when division, discrimination and suspicious tribalism are on the rise, that we most need to hear diverse voices and stories. We need reminders that we aren’t so different from the people we glimpse on the news or in traumatic videos on social media. We need to reinforce our connections with our neighbours, be they the immigrant family next door or nations and peoples under threat. We need to hear stories about authoritarian regimes so that we may recognise and resist them when they rear their heads among us, and learn the lessons from those who’ve survived them.

It’s incredibly disappointing that the voters of an awards event with the gravitas of the BAFTAs didn’t think any of this was relevant this year, and instead opted to favour the peers whose language they comfortably speak as they clink drinks at the awards show. The ugly implication is that their otherness is their only defining quality. #OscarsSoWhite wasn’t so very long ago, yet the lessons don’t seem to have been learned.

With division, discrimination and authoritarianism on the rise, we need to hear diverse voices and stories, reinforcing our connections with our neighbours and learning from their survival.

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