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The intensity of Oscar's love for The Revenant and Mad Max: Fury Road is most keenly felt here. Not that either film is undeserving of its nomination. Quite the opposite in the case of the latter's Jenny Beavan, who after earning nine nominations and one win for hemming and lacing and draping stiff-lipped Brits in Merchant-Ivory period films and their descendants (Sense and Sensibility, The King's Speech), utterly rebranded herself with a tour-de-force KISS tribute-band roadshow mash-up of Lawrence of Arabia, The Last of the Mohicans, and The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. The audacious playfulness of her work, though, faces the same disadvantage that Jacqueline West's mangy, desiccated duds in The Revenant's do as well. Oscar flirts with leather like a curious, submissive pup-in-waiting, but almost always prefers to slip into something a bit more comfortable when he heads home for the night. It's why the instantly iconic looks worn by Angelina Jolie in Maleficent fell short last year despite the category's otherwise decent track record for rewardingly queenly fantasies.