Year in, year out, Oscar voters have tended to judge this category in favor of the film that least makes them feel embarrassed to support.
Paige’s search for an in-ring persona mirrors the dynamic between performance and identity at work in pro wrestling.
The documentary illuminates how art and artists live together in a symbiotic existence, each giving as well as taking.
The film knots several strands of new-millennium despair into something that very nearly approximates greatness in its first half.
Dear AMPAS: It’s not too late to walk back your inexcusable decision to banish this and other technical categories to commercial breaks.
Going into this year’s nominations, cinephiles wished for three composers to make the cut in this category.
The film’s murder sequences far outlast the onset of disgust, and their intentional ugliness begins to feel hollow.
The film doesn’t apply the necessary touch and precision to balance its sleek, chromed parts into a revving whole.
The documentary brings to the foreground a fascinating and, moreover, beautiful culture lurking in the background of other stories.
This awards season, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse has proven to be the animated feature of choice for critics and guilds a like.