Seven finalists remain in the race for Best Makeup, the category that’s poised to prove just how strong a frontrunner The Artist actually is.
The film has limited mass appeal, and what Clint Eastwood brings this time out is more a deft shepherding of others’ talents than a showcasing of his own.
I atone and once again predict the movie that most liberally cakes it on to win.
Il Divo is a ballet on steroids, downright militaristic in its precision.
Nothing could possibly prepare you for the overwhelming mindfuckery that is Synecdoche, New York.
What a long, strange week it’s been.