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.
It’s a classic case of two wrongs inciting the Right, from a branch that lately can’t seem to make up its mind whether to nominate too many songs or too few.
Believe it or not, we know exactly what’s going to happen at Sunday’s Golden Globe Awards.
All right, all right, all right. We should’ve known.
If there’s anything to deride about Jodie Foster’s show-stopping moment, it’s that it felt dated, dusty, even quaint.>
With its Oscar clout and inevitable crowd-pleasing matched by widespread critical ire, the film is easily the year’s most divisive awards contender.
Any major-race hopes that Focus Features may have had for the film were basically dashed this week.
Less a race than a ping-pong match, this year’s battle for Best Director has shifted favor from an obvious lock to a popular spoiler and back again.
This category is historically a haven for the quirk, verve, and humor that can’t quite crack the tougher races.
The directing race has boiled down to nine names, four of which you can pretty safely etch into stone.
Stoking one’s cynicism over this category is the very real probability that Jonah Hill will be an Oscar nominee.
The blogosphere being what it is, I’m sure the expiration date on Golden Globes commentary has passed.
I’ve just been formally relieved of TCA Press Tour duties by my colleague Alan Sepinwall, who will be covering the second half.