Funky Winkerbean, 3/16/22

Harold Russell, a double-amputee Army vet with no previous acting experience, starred in The Best Years Of Our Lives, an (extremely good!) 1946 movie about WWII combat veterans coming home to the United States and the difficulties they had adjusting to civilian life, and won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for it. (Earlier in the same awards ceremony, he had been given an honorary award for "bringing aid and comfort to disabled veterans through the medium of motion pictures," because the Academy Board of Governors assumed that he wouldn't win the award he'd been nominated for.) He never found consistent work as an actor after that, though, and years later, he ended up auctioning his Best Supporting Actor statue off -- he said at the time it was to pay for his wife's medical care, but a later story put out by the Academy's executive director was that "his wife wanted to take a cruise. He had a new wife who knew he had a spare Oscar." Anyway, the point is, this has always struck me as a pretty sad story about why someone doesn't have the Oscar they won that represents the high point of their career, but it's clearly like a BAZILLION times less depressing than Marianne, whose win for a role in a commercial flop that nobody liked should be one of the most surprising in Oscar history since, well, Harold Russell's, cheerfully showing up at the house of the man who sullenly refused to write this movie and just handing it over to him.

Dick Tracy, 3/16/22