If you ask me, though, it’s easily the most repellant of all 24 lineups, and one of the more shameful nominee crops in recent Academy history.
We come to it at last.
Sadly, unlike Tiny Fey and Amy Poehler, we can’t all get what we hope for.
So who else gets screwed?
What were the common threads among the finest film posters of 2013? Mustaches. Sunglasses.
Every year, countless audience-insulting ads arrive to support the theories of the doomsday crowd.
If Macklemore’s so-called advocacy is of questionable healthiness, then the woeful Dallas Buyers Club is downright toxic.
The Butler is likely to crack the Best Picture lineup, even if claiming the big prize is all but impossible.
Baggage Claim, the other(ed) wide release this week, will likely be marginalized because of these “higher profile,” male-driven openers.
Steve McQueen doesn’t seem to know the difference between the unflinching and the gratuitous.
Box office grosses are becoming mere statistics to be batted around among industry insiders and fans.
Okay, so audiences still aren’t ready for De Palma’s operatic visual sensibilities, but surely critics must be on board by now, right?
The film’s box office and critical successes probably mean that its nomination haul won’t end with Blanchett.
One Direction looks to steal the music industry’s spotlight back from Miley Cyrus this weekend with One Direction: This Is Us.
This is the first film year in a long while that’s made me want to applaud Harvey Weinstein.
Nikki Finke is a controversial figure with regard to her notoriously early and often incorrect box-office estimates.