This upcoming Sunday, the collective nightmare known as awards season will be effectively over.
Last year’s tie in this category allowed us the unique opportunity to call it either 50 percent right or 50 percent wrong.
Tomorrow, the WGA will announce its 2014 award winners, and whichever scribe(s) waltz off with the Original Screenplay prize may do the same on Oscar night.
That Wasn’t Me is devoid of the snarky arrogance that defines this category’s other recent inexcusable winners.
Contrary to the curious, outspoken beliefs of some, we prefer to celebrate movies around these parts.