The film’s strongest bit of buzz has been swirling around the lead performance from Naomi Watts, whose tortured turn as the quintet’s mother hen has made her a Best Actress frontrunner.
You won’t find it on the top rosters of too many Oscar pundits, but at this stage, the alternately thrilling and unwieldy three-hour epic is the season’s closest thing to a wild card.
That the Best Picture category’s “Will it be six or will it be seven?” question was settled as close to 10 as possible without actually being 10 isn’t merely a mark of how much of a mess this year’s Oscars are.
Conventional wisdom suggested that adaptations of the biggest bestsellers would make up much of this year’s shortlist.
That a now slimmer, totally unfunny Seth has been nominated for an Oscar before McLovin’ is the only kink in a category preoccupied with old men getting real with their feelings.
It’s both unfair and too easy to shake out predictions for this category based on what is most likely to appeal to the Kindle Fire set.