It’s that time of year once again when the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences trots out an overlong and congratulatory show. It’s a night that dedicated movie nuts and live-performance-obsessed junkies tend to view with great anticipation. I’m in the camp that roots for the underdogs, snoozes at the musical numbers, and gets a kick out of the mockery of it all. As someone who cares a little more about the movies themselves than the spectacle of...