Yes, more of this. But for the most part, this Vanity Fair/Little Gold Men piece from Mark Olsen on the season of Mo’Nique is spot on. It reflects everything that is refreshing about her non-campaign campaign and, in quoting awards nut Tom O’Neil and unbalanced Mo’Nique basher Jeffrey Wells, it addresses the people she’s driven crazy along the way — the people who won’t really matter as her career (if she wants it to) skyrockets post-“Precious.”
(Seriously, who has Mo’Nique pissed off that can “pay her back someday,” as O’Neil puts it? The elitist New york Film Critics Circle? Come on.)
Knowing Olsen’s personal feelings on the film (he is no fan in the slightest) also makes the piece land just right for me. Yeah, Olsen is a good journalist who doesn’t let bias show up in the course of his reporting, but I get the feeling he also believes that the need for breathless, saturated Oscar mugging is somewhat tacky, and the idea of someone like Mo’Nique coming along and bucking that trend, it’s exciting.
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”)
In exactly one week’s time, we’ll have a brand new list of Oscar nominations to pore over, pick apart and eventually file away in our subconscious with the other 81 editions of this annual collective. For Oscar geeks, nomination day is in many ways more exciting than the ceremony itself, celebrating a broader spectrum of work and throwing up far more surprises along the way.
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
Nearing the end of January on an awards season run for a film that bowed at Cannes is an odd time to be crossing paths with a filmmaker to talk about the goods, but that’s where I found myself with Quentin Tarantino this year.
I’ve been neck-deep in a Jeff Bridges retrospective of sorts lately as I’m writing a piece on his best performances for Fandango. Currently I’m watching
The stunning PGA victory for
The press release, in part: