I mean I have never watched Scent of a Woman again. If it comes on I'm not watching it. But Malcolm X? Every time it's on, I have to stop. I need to hear "Ya been had! Ya been hoodwinked! Ya been took! Bamboozled! Led astray,! Run amok! We didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us!"
This right here is a prime example of what the Oscars are about. Rewarding people because their either made the kind of movie the Academy likes or it's someone's time.
Because that's why Pacino got that Oscar. Because he's a fine damned actor and "it was time."