Tomorrow, the WGA will announce its 2014 award winners, and whichever scribe(s) waltz off with the Original Screenplay prize may do the same on Oscar night.
These shorts find themselves awkwardly divided along a clear line between “serious” experimental offerings and innocuous consumer-friendly fare.
That Wasn’t Me is devoid of the snarky arrogance that defines this category’s other recent inexcusable winners.
Prison Terminal: The Last Days of Private Jack Hall is the category’s most formally interesting nominee.
We come to it at last.
The most pleasant surprise of this awards season has been the widespread embrace of Her.
Sadly, unlike Tiny Fey and Amy Poehler, we can’t all get what we hope for.
It’s practically blasphemous to discount Meryl Streep as a nominee.
Our ballot here will look much different from Oscar’s.
So who else gets screwed?
In a year replete with great trash, American Hustle is the crown princess of the bunch.
Streep has earned kudos for a performance that’s fine, but not stellar when measured against her better work.
The Butler is likely to crack the Best Picture lineup, even if claiming the big prize is all but impossible.
A buzzworthy turn overshadowing a movie’s failings is a trend this Oscar season.
It would certainly make sense to see Paul Greengrass among shoo-ins like Steve McQueen and Alfonso Cuarón.
“Young and Beautiful” might be the very best thing to have emerged from Luhrmann’s epic undertaking.
This is a film that most would agree boasts a whole lot of locks and scant few question marks.
On the visual front, it seems highly unlikely that Bruno Delbonnel will be passed over in the Cinematography field.
To many fans dismay, the arenas in which the film is most likely to fall short are the acting categories.
Steve McQueen doesn’t seem to know the difference between the unflinching and the gratuitous.