Compared to most of the season’s races, Best Actress has remained somewhat open.
Biopics may have the strongest track record in currying Academy favor, but tales of overcoming physical obstacles aren’t far behind.
Whether hailing from the sticks or the trailer park, these hayseeds might even make Jerry Springer blush.
The ascendance of the stuttering king and Oscar’s perceived instantaneous regression into the mottled pastures of White Elephant Cinema has rendered some of our most reliable barometers speechless.
For Annette Bening, it seemed as if the stars in the Oscar sky had finally aligned into a shape that wasn’t that of Hilary Swank’s face.
I see no reason why this entry need be any longer than Ed’s post yesterday.
Oscar loves a saint, but in the supporting categories at least, they love losers even more.
It’s difficult not to be cynical about a contest that’s so easily manipulated by hype and publicity.
All season long, two prominent Oscar players have straddled the uncomfortable line between aligning with the supporting and leading categories.
Welcome to the Oscars, celebrating the craft of acting and extolling your wildest dreams since 1929.
This year’s slate of contenders indicates voters are ready to see the men behind the monsters.
I hate hotshots.
Movies like this are all about authenticity.
What could possibly go wrong? A lot, it turns out.
MacGruber uses all of Hollywood’s lavish resources and conventions to get you to laugh at Hollywood’s excesses and conventions.