This season, Hollywood is invested in celebrating the films they love while dodging the cultural bullets coming at them from every angle.
For appealing to voters’ nostalgia for drunken karaoke nights of yore, one film has the upper hand here.
If it were biologically possible to do so, both Ed and I would happily switch places with A Quiet Place’s Emily Blunt.
Sometimes it’s important to just step back and pay your respects to a remarkable actress.
Sigh, can we just edit this whole Oscar season from our memories?
Consider this project part cathartic exorcism and part sheepish capitulation to the role the Oscars have played in our lives.
Honestly, we’re so gobsmacked by AMPAS’s skullduggery that we can’t even see what’s right in front of us.
Throwing questions of artistic merit out the window, opponents of a Rami Malek win have dutifully cast doubt on his ideological purity.
We’re well passed the halfway point in our Oscar prediction cycle and we’re struggling to sustain what little excitement we have for this enterprise.
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.