The common refrain this season has been one of despair, of theatrical death by dearth.
One film here feels like the natural move for today’s much-more-international AMPAS.
In the home stretch, Zoe Saldaña has emerged as this Oscar season’s prime sympathy vote.
If given the option, voters will break for a lighter or more unambiguously inspirational film.
Almost by default, this feels down to the most esoteric nominee of the bunch and the simplest.
We’re going to break with tradition here by not rallying behind the period film.
It will probably come down here to the contenders that grapple with familiar foes.
Culkin has practically run the table this Oscar season, and with good reason.
Monstro Elisasue will take one more blood-spewing bow here.
The arrival of Oscar prognostication season is both a blessing and a curse.
There are at least four celebrated contenders vying, all equally convincingly, for the top prize.
We may as well just light it up and acquiesce to the inevitable all-consuming blast.
The domestic box office wasn’t the only thing saved by Barbenheimer last year.
There’s a shadow hanging over the 2023 Tony Awards, and we don’t just mean the WGA strike.
And so we come to the conclusion of our annual month-long existential cosplay.
What would an Oscar ceremony be without the flames of a culture war being fanned?
Really, who are we kidding?
Will sentiment be enough to make to make Mandy Walker the first woman to win this award?
Who’s your new zaddy crush?
If not here for Top Gun: Maverick, then where?
With this category, we realize that precedent is increasingly illusory.