Alright, now that the booze and the hangover have worn off, let’s talk last night’s Critics’ Choice Movie Awards.
It was a decently produced evening, the venue having shifted from the Santa Monica Civic Center to the Hollywood Palladium, right in the middle of Tinseltown. The scheme of having 10 tables rounding the stage representing the 10 films nominated for Best Picture was a nice touch. I was fortunate enough to be at the “Up in the Air” table with Jason Reitman, Vera Farmiga (who I was meeting for the first time) and Anna Kendrick.
George Clooney was a no-show (working on his upcoming Haiti telethon), though at least that didn’t make for an awkward moment later when Jeff Bridges won the lead actor prize, the first on his way to an eventual Oscar win.
Anyway, a few notes (since Guy has already given you a thorough rundown of last night’s implications)…
The BFCA are rarely ones to take an individual stand on the awards trail, and such was the case last night, as they mostly stuck with Oscar frontrunners down the line. In the numbers stakes,
I may be looking out at my snow-caked garden as I write this, but it was in the spirit of spring-cleaning that I revised my
I haven’t been much for
Okay, who is Betty White’s publicist and has he or she slept at all this season?
Vulture’s Bilge Ebiri has written a nice 
There wasn’t much in the way of a surprise with this year’s Screen Actors Guild announcement. The nods that are least likely to translate to Oscar, if I were a betting man, are Diane Kruger’s supporting actress bid for
As the season hits its stride, and precursors turn murky perceptions of pack leaders and stragglers into harder realities, I find myself wondering how I would fill out my ballot if I were an Academy member.
The progression of
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I’m told Santa Barbara Film Festival director Roger Durling “flipped’ for Sandra Bullock’s performance in
“My God, they’ve thrown in everything but the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.”
