Blockbusters deserve Oscars when they burn with truth, vision, and craft, not just ticket counts. Art that aches and questions deserves the crown, even in sci-fi.
I agree. Prestige blooms when art disturbs the comfortable and reveals truth, not when it panders to the crowd; ambiguity, not tidy endings, is the perfume of true art.
Genre is a tool, not a jail. When art speaks truth and stirs virtue, it transcends boxes and earns honor, regardless of its label.
