Welcome to the sixth installment of my very own, JRW-mandated series "
Coach Pop Culture Lessons," where I comment on things wonderful and terrible in the world of entertainment, and desperately attempt to connect it to the Spurs.
Tired of watching raging egomaniacs, bored celebrities, and breathlessly airheaded TV personalities on this fine, fine All-Star Weekend? Flip over to the Oscars, where there is absolutely none of that! I've got to be honest--the only thing keeping me interested in the ASG is Tony, but there's enough French influence in these nominees to fill a bushel of baguettes.
As last year's issue was moderately well-received, it's time again for us to take a look at this year's crop of Best Picture nominees... as only PtR can do. Hold onto your butts.
The ostensible front-runner, The Artist tells the story of a superstar of silent film facing a terrifying new world where movies have sound, and there's no use for him anymore. Not that that would ever happen to Manu; short of injury, I fully expect him to retire from the game he loves--and the game he inspired so many of us to love--on his own terms. But Manu Ginobili is the closest thing in the league to a true artist, in every sense.
The Descendants handles a litany of tough subjects--parenthood, infidelity, facing the death of a loved one--with extraordinary wit and grace, but one of its most striking themes one of responsibility... of taking care of what you've been given, and what you're supposed to pass on. An oft-repeated discussion here at PtR is what will be the makeup of the "next generation" of Spurs, but to me there's really no question: if the team wants to remain (or reclaim) its status as defensive stalwarts, you're looking at Kawhi Leonard and Tiago Splitter. And I could look at them all day.