jpx7
Very Flirtatious, but Doubts What Love Is.
Tree of Life, Moneyball, War Horse.
Like I said, I think Tree of Life would have also been deserving.
I didn't see Moneyball, since I'd read the book years prior and wasn't much interested in seeing it dramatized on screen.
Having seen the trailers, War Horse looked like just the sort of overwrought war-pierce I find intensely boring—and I'm pretty skeptical of Spielberg products, since I think he's generally overrated (and since I still haven't forgiven for donking up Kubrick's vision when he made his version of A.I.). So, I checked out on that one, and honestly was surprised when I wiki'd and saw it had been nominated that year.
I enjoyed The Artist but I don't think it wins without it's subject matter.
Hard for me to divorce most films (or texts in general) from their subject-matter, but I think—while that's probably particularly true with The Artist—the sense of personal fading, of experiencing one's own obsolescence, that it explores (and explores well, I think) allows it to transcend its specific niche subject-matter (which was a relatively brief but watershed moment in cinematic history).
There's just too good a history of the Academy doing this over the last couple decades.
I guess I'm just not seeing it. Yes, Argo—while a fairly tightly-constructed, straightforward film—most likely didn't deserve its win (it was a weak year; I would have gone with Beasts of the Southern Wild, though I've read good things about Amour); but other than that, over the past twenty years, I'm not really seeing a big upset where the Academy selected an "industry" film over a substantially more-deserving film.
In fact, Titanic won out over the vastly superior L.A. Confidential, an explicitly "Hollywood" narrative (with Titanic actually registering as the worst of the five contenders in 1997); Million Dollar Baby beat The Aviator, another golden-age yarn (and another film about ego and self-absorption, which I coincidentally preferred to the Eastwood/Haggis joint); and Crash—the absolute worst selection of the past couple decades, in my opinion, and one of the worst films to win Best Picture in recent memory—triumphed over Good Night, and Good Luck and Capote (both films specifically concerned with celebrity; the former about another "screen" industry, the latter a biopic about a figure very active in Hollywood during his career).
And partially sticking it to the critics who vastly preferred Boyhood.
I don't think you can say "vastly": most of the reviews I've read were quite high on both, and they're only separated by 5% on Rotten Tomatoes (93% for Birdman, 98% for Boyhood), which does a pretty good job aggregating "professional" response.