I suppose I could look into the reason why this particular statuette is the trophy for all that are recognized each year -- whether they be directors, actors, writers, technical wizards, or makeup artists -- by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (could they have come up with a more pretentious organization name? -- I think not). But I'm too busy studying the art of the pastel over the centuries, which is far more fascinating. I'll simply observe that Oscar seems neither dramatic nor sensitively stylish, and he's a bit of a head-scratcher aesthetically. I don't think it's going too far to say that style-wise he'd be right at home in Munich circa 1933. Weird.