The common refrain this season has been one of despair, of theatrical death by dearth.
No Oscar category has become as big a flash point among cinephiles as the cinematography prize.
If you ask me, though, it’s easily the most repellant of all 24 lineups, and one of the more shameful nominee crops in recent Academy history.
Although the conclusion is foregone, this year’s visual effects category reveals some hard truths about the current state of big-budget moviemaking.
If we pretend this contest is legitimate, The Hollywood Reporter may be right that The Croods stands a fighting chance here.
It’s a classic case of two wrongs inciting the Right, from a branch that lately can’t seem to make up its mind whether to nominate too many songs or too few.
Tomorrow, the WGA will announce its 2014 award winners, and whichever scribe(s) waltz off with the Original Screenplay prize may do the same on Oscar night.
These shorts find themselves awkwardly divided along a clear line between “serious” experimental offerings and innocuous consumer-friendly fare.
That Wasn’t Me is devoid of the snarky arrogance that defines this category’s other recent inexcusable winners.
Prison Terminal: The Last Days of Private Jack Hall is the category’s most formally interesting nominee.
Last year I made the mistake of second-guessing the Academy’s recent trend of awarding the biggest selling album in this category.
Few Grammy categories are as easily derided as Best New Artist, which with each passing year continues to push the word “new” to the absolute limits of its meaning.
NARAS’s manifesto says the Academy will choose Record of the Year based on artistry alone, “without regard to sales or chart position.”
Patterns, history, tradition. These are often the only tools that showbiz awards prognosticators have at their disposal.
Starting tomorrow, we’ll predict the winners in all four General Field categories of the 56th Annual Grammy Awards.
We come to it at last.
The most pleasant surprise of this awards season has been the widespread embrace of Her.
Sadly, unlike Tiny Fey and Amy Poehler, we can’t all get what we hope for.
Believe it or not, we know exactly what’s going to happen at Sunday’s Golden Globe Awards.
It’s practically blasphemous to discount Meryl Streep as a nominee.
Our ballot here will look much different from Oscar’s.