Kim Novak recently (and oh so subtly) declared in a large advert she took out in Variety that a "rape" had been committed by using Bernard Herrmann's score in the silent, black and white and Golden Globe winner 'The Artist'-for as it is a silent film and the music was not even adapted, it stood out- almost like plagiarism. Which leads me to question at what point does an homage simply become a copy/paste of someone else's work? Does ownership of art actually exist? The French theorist Roland Barthes spoke about the 'death of the author' where a piece of fiction/art lives in the space between that which it is written/painted on and the reader/viewer or in this case listener. I love this theory because it offers up the idea that art belongs to nobody and everybody; inspiration is actually rooted in life (in mime, ideas are literally plucked from above)- it's a heaving great collaboration between so many factors to enlighten the world. Awards like the Oscars and the Golden Globes are really just there to sell films I think, they're nice and fun to watch but why does art have to be made into a big competition when at the root of it, it is supposed to be (in my opinion) the complete opposite?