I’ve been racing to see all the Oscar contenders before I go home for Christmas. In the past few weeks I’ve rushed through The Reader, Doubt, Australia, Good, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Milk, Rachel Getting Married, and Frost/Nixon. I saw Slumdog Millionaire a while back, and Revolutionary Road is on the list for later.

It’s been an emotionally taxing experience. Oscar contenders are notoriously depressing because apparently for art to be serious it also has to be angsty and dark. Maybe the litany of depressing movies will end with Oscar season, though. According to the New York Times, “If moviegoers have delivered a message in the last few months, it is that they want their films, for the moment, at least, to be a lot more fun than their lives.”

NYT says we may see more comedies, just like directors starting make more comedies to lighten the weight of the Great Depression. It’s true that the 1930s were the golden age of romantic comedies that are still worth watching, with stars like Cary Grant, Katharine Hepburn, Clark Gable, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. It seems that most of those movies didn’t mention at all the pain people were experiencing everywhere, but they must have eased the pain a little.

I wonder if we feel less of a need to validate our significance with dark, angsty art when we’re actually facing uncertainty and hardship ourselves. What do you think?