What She Said is enjoyable, but one suspects that its subject may have found it soft.
Russell proposes that there may be no real barrier between the caustic worldview he wears and the sense of childlike wonder he sells.
So flimsily constructed that it resembles a middle-school play that’s been hastily filmed on an antique camcorder.
Like anyone who’s been covering what’s become, as the party line goes, “the closest Best Picture race in recent memory,” I’ve gone through many mental rewrites of this top-prize breakdown.
It’s a good thing the Best Director category didn’t go the way of Best Picture to accommodate more nominees, because this year’s campaign has only ever been a three-man race even in its most competitive stages.
To shove the elephant out of the room right off the bat, two actually relevant things are working against Woody Allen’s chances for a win here.
As was recently reported by the hive of Oscarologists over at Gold Derby, American Hustle has history on its side when it comes to the acting races.
The most pleasant surprise of this awards season has been the widespread embrace of Her.
In a year replete with great trash, American Hustle is the crown princess of the bunch.
It manages to implicitly convey the overdriven, coked-up confusion that many ‘70s period pieces make painfully overt.
The film’s box office and critical successes probably mean that its nomination haul won’t end with Blanchett.
Fans of David O. Russell’s oddly unpleasant wish-fulfillment fantasy should be pleased by this solid Blu-ray transfer.
Jennifer Lawrence is taking a page from Mo’Nique’s book and playing the campaign game by her own rules.
Let’s try to rid our minds of the deplorable notion that Spielberg and Lee are contending for an award that belongs to Affleck.
By now, most awards watchers are aware of Tony Kushner’s grand task of translating Doris Kearns Goodwin’s Team of Rivals.
When introducing Life of Pi at its New York Film Festival premiere, Ang Lee quipped that there are three things directors are warned to never work with: Children, animals, and water.
I have always liked Tony Kushner, and not just the concept of Tony Kushner the public writer.
The stage bred many of 2012’s finest film adaptations.
Consider Bigelow a virtual lock, tightening up the Best Director field alongside Steven Spielberg, Ang Lee, Ben Affleck, and, perhaps, Tom Hooper or David O. Russell.