This list is part cathartic exorcism and part sheepish capitulation to the role the Oscars have played in our lives.
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.
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.
Whatever they do next, we hope that Daniels keeps it real.
We’re having a lot of déjà vu this year.
When in doubt, go with the star of the biopic.
Second verse, same as the first.
This awards season, the swag we received from studios could have filled a small warehouse.
Babylon is progressively feeling like a “circle the wagons” moment for a Hollywood.
Well, now, this is awkward.
What does it say that the last five rounds have been won by latex-assisted actorly transformations into real-life notables?
The meticulousness of one film’s technical proficiency is the stuff of Oscar glory.
Every year the Oscar race blessedly gives us a few free spaces.