I received my last correspondence from Miramax publicity yesterday. Today, the company has effectively been shuttered, and it is, without question, the end of an era.
When things were streamlined for the brand back in October, I wrote a brief remembrance. But how ironic that, as the latest and greatest in independent cinema looks for distribution and attention in the snowy hills of Sundance, the studio that made the fest in some ways and, indeed, blazed the trail for independent cinema throughout the 1990s, finds itself closing up shop.
It was 21 years ago that Steven Soderbergh’s “sex, lies and videotape” put the fest on the map, waltzing into town with no hope for securing a deal and waltzing out under the Miramax umbrella that would eventually change first the business of indie film, and soon enough, the business of awards season. Chris Lee, in previewing the fest’s 25th anniversary last week, writes up the film’s impact at the Los Angeles Times.

One of the best parts of the film awards season, for me, has always been the print advertising artwork of “For Your Consideration” ads in trade publications. They feature a studio advertising department’s best foot forward on creatively reaching the AMPAS audience and generally make for some striking imagery.
It’s time for me to go to the well one more time before next week’s big announcement. That’s right, six days and the mystery of the 10 will finally be answered. But first, some blind (since there are no nominations yet) guesses. Just trying to find the right balance here:
You might remember right-wing author Andrew Klavan’s
Yes, more of this. But for the most part,
Perhaps I missed it, but I’m surprised there hasn’t been more online conversation about EW writer Mark Harris’s recent 
When (at this stage, I think it’s safe to say “when”)
A nice guild mention for 

No reason to stop the presses or anything, but good to know. If I had to get up at the crack of dawn to watch the nominations announcement (luckily, I don’t), Anne Hathaway’s face is as pleasant a sight to wake up to as I can imagine. (No offence, Forest Whitaker.) Thanks to commenter Ziyad for the tip:
In a move that should remind some of his more disenchanted fans of the high esteem with which he is still held in the industry, Hollywood’s resident kook-auteur Tim Burton has been tapped to head the jury of this year’s Cannes Film Festival. He said in a statement:
Wait, did Pete Hammond really