It's awards season! So what does that mean to you? Well, if you're in the film industry, it means that maybe, just maybe, your hard work will be recognised. If you're in the business of selling films (as opposed to making them), then it's a whole heap of self-generating publicity that you'll be desperately trying to generate anyway, so that you can get that coveted bump in sales. If you're in the business of reporting the film industry, it means a few months of content that'll draw eyeballs and clicks like nothing outside of a major celebrity scandal (and if you're lucky, you'll get one of those at the same time!) Twenty years ago today, it was Steven Spielberg's turn to get a statuette at the Golden Globes, the awards given by the Hollywood Foreign Press Association (whose own prominence is entirely based upon these awards). Now, personally, I've found myself growing heartily sick of Spielberg's work over the years, because he does tend to do the same thing over and over again, just with bigger and better special effects. You can only watch remakes of Jaws so many times before you get tired of them.
Schindler's List, though, was one of the films where he was trying to be different, because he'd found a subject that moved him in an entirely different way to the usual tropes of failed fathers and sentimentality at every turn. This was a film that was harsh and vicious at times, and many people thought it was slightly exaggerated (when it reality, the excesses of Amon Goeth were underplayed). It has its sentimental moments - particularly at the end - but by and large it was pretty tough.
Strangely, though, my key memory from the time is of friends calling it Schindler's Pissed due to all the drinking he was doing. Which makes perfect sense unless you use American English, in which case you think I'm talking about this: