The Oscars are often blasted for their lily-white lineups, but the presence of these three films — plus a wild card coming in the Steve McQueen–directed, Chiwetel Ejiofor–starring Twelve Years a Slave — could make this year’s Best Actor category rather unprecedented. It is obviously very early to be handicapping, and Weinstein demurred a bit when I asked him about that angle… Still, it’s an encouraging trend, even if all four of the aforementioned movies are biopics. If history is made in the Best Actor category this year, let’s hope it’ll eventually encourage Hollywood to cast black leads in roles that don’t even require them.
Fingers crossed (though my money is on Michael B. Jordan and Fruitvale Station).
2012 was the year where the Oscars went off the rails. Young Adult was completely shut out, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo was underrepresented, and The Descendants failed to…well, sweep everything. Sure, it won Best Adapted Screenplay, but George lost Best Actor, the film lost Best Picture, and, perhaps worst of all, Shailene Woodley wasn’t even nominated.
This is my response to the sheer injustice of it all. To enjoy the quiet brilliance of this film, to reflect on these performances, to appreciate the beautiful screenplay and cinematography…with alcohol.
One must drink from beverage when:
- Scotty is hungry or discusses food
- Someone says “Hawaii”
- Matt learns something new about his wife
- Anyone mentions the family land
- Family turmoil occurs in a hospital room
- Someone cries
- Matt’s befuddled face is shown in close up
Optional Shit-faced Rule: You have to drink every time the daughters curse
I’m not sure why, but I am transfixed by Fatima dancing in Shawn Christensen’s Curfew.
It doesn’t hurt that the song scoring the clip is Alexander’s “Truth.”

I am still filled with murderous rage every time I think about the fact that Young Adult was completely shut out by the Academy in 2012.

Legendary.
This is so fucking important right now.
Compliment away, friends. Let’s compliment the shit out of each other. But let’s be really cognizant of what we compliment each other on, and what that says about what we expect from each other, and what we consider valuable and worth mentioning. It doesn’t matter what Salma Hayek says, because she’s so pretty!
En pointe, sir.
Basically crying right now.
The Invisible War received widespread acclaim from critics. At the end of 2012, it held a 100% Fresh rating from review aggregator Rotten Tomatoes, which also listed it as the #1 film of the year.

Not sure it was the best idea for me to stream this while cleaning my room tonight.
Especially since I plan on heading to a gay bah later.
Her personal life remains essentially mysterious; one rumor she heard said that she was sisters with her Help co-star Bryce Dallas Howard’s sister, the illegitimate daughter of director Ron Howard. She laughs at that one, but doesn’t seem to want the sort of attention that would expose her actual family to the world.
Not only am I glad that The Hollywood Reporter finally put a rest to that ridiculous rumor, I’m ecstatic to see my personal Lord and Savior Jessica Chastain receiving the attention she deserves.
Seems that the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences saw my post supporting Colleen Atwood and decided they agreed with me.
Lincoln could lose Best Picture.
But to whom? Only Best Picture nominees Life of Pi and Silver Linings Playbookscored corresponding Best Director and Best Editing nods, indicating that they are Lincoln’s strongest competition. Life of Pi is pretty Spielbergian on its own, what with all those beatific faces and visual money shots, so I don’t see it as theLincoln alternative. Instead, that slot would go to Silver Linings Playbook. Too bad Silver Linings producer Harvey Weinstein has no experience going up against a war-era Steven Spielberg film and snatching away its Best Picture win with a smaller-but-beloved dramedy that features a star-coronating Best Actress performance. Oh, wait.
I’m not gonna lie - I really wouldn’t mind Silver Linings Playbook beating out Lincoln. Like at all.









