The common refrain this season has been one of despair, of theatrical death by dearth.
These are the winners at the 82nd Academy Awards.
This is a complete list of our predicted winners at the 2010 Academy Awards.
To hear everyone tell it, it’s all still going to boil down to a grudge match between Contender #1 and Contender #2, the same as it usually is.
We can look at a win for Bullock, like one for Streep, for what it is: a gesture of People’s Choice-ism.
Gee, you think producer Adam Shankman is hedging his bets on his precious Oscarcast (based on the song “Push It” by Salt-N-Pepa) turning into ladies’ night?
The documentary short category this year feels especially wracked with tragedy.
The sound category that more often rewards nuance probably deserves a little bit more consideration than I gave to sound editing a few days ago.
We’re down to the wire, folks, and we’ve been saving some of the more contentious races for last.
Of the two sound categories, this is the one that favors artificially invented environments and sonic fabrications.
Don’t let the results of the WGA sway you too much. Quentin Tarantino, as a non-Guild member, was no more eligible for one of their awards than he is likely to be invited to spit punany poetry on a split bill with Maya Angelou.
When Up in the Air couldn’t swing a nomination in this category, the race for best picture suddenly became a little easier to diagnose.
Why beat around the beard? By this point, everyone is forecasting grizzled vet Jeff Bridges to join Christopher Waltz and Mo’Nique in a trifecta of functionally preordained acting wins.
We don’t have to wait for the Costume Designers Guild to pass judgment.
Both screenplay categories now boast showdowns between no less than four best picture nominees.
If this were the ’50s or ’60s, a distinctive artiste like Haneke would be an Oscar winner.
By the grace of five extra Best Picture nominations, Pixar finally managed to land itself a slot in the main drag.
Sometimes the key to an actor’s successful Oscar campaign is to let the performance speak entirely for itself.
The big story here is Adam Shankman’s apparently Board of Directors-blessed mission to make over the Oscarcast.
Eric says over email, “Among the not-irritating hipster entries, The Door has a shot of eight little bald kids. Is that not enough?”
How do you solve a problem like Avatar? How do you hold a fluorescent, floating anemone in your hand?