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Oscar Index: And the Winners Are…*

*: As determined by Movieline’s Institute For the Advanced Study of Kudos Forensics after crunching 23 weeks of data from the awards cognoscenti and beyond. Thank you for reading; our work here is done. The Final 9: 1. The Artist 2. The Help 3. The Descendants 4. Moneyball 5. Hugo 6. The Tree of Life 7. Midnight in Paris 8. The Daldry 9. War Horse What’s to say? The die was cast long ago, and unless all those old-ass , inactive white dudes who apparently make the Academy magic happen suddenly decide they want to recognize The Help (or come around on Moneyball a la some latecoming pundits or at least one old-ass, distaff counterpart ), then you might as well just plan to go out on Sunday night to take advantage of the quiet restaurants and/or grocery stores. (And maybe follow our livetweeting here if/when the urge strikes.) The Final 5: 1. Michel Hazanavicius, The Artist 2. Alexander Payne, The Descendants 3. Martin Scorsese, Hugo 4. Terrence Malick, The Tree of Life 5. Woody Allen, Midnight in Paris Did we ever settle on how many of these guys are actually going to show up to lose to Hazanavicius in person? The Final 5: 1. Viola Davis, The Help 1. Meryl Streep, The Iron Lady 3. Michelle Williams, My Week With Marilyn 4. Rooney Mara, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo 5. Glenn Close, Albert Nobbs Sasha Stone wrote a few days ago about the “general consensus” solidifying around some shakier frontrunners; Davis seems the most locked-in of that class. Anything could still happen this weekend, which is fine by me as long as it happens fast and we can get on with our lives. The Final 5: 1. Jean Dujardin, The Artist 2. George Clooney, The Descendants 3. Brad Pitt, Moneyball 4. Demi

Oscar Index: Ladies First

You know that when two of the most respected pundits in all of Oscardom argue (within days of each other!) for curtailing both the epic Academy Awards season race and the ceremony in which it culminates, patience for all this crap is wearing thin. With that in mind — and also considering that the “race” for most of these categories ended weeks or months ago — who’s up for an Oscar Index lightning round? (The entire staff at Movieline’s Institute for the Advanced Study of Kudos Forensics raises its hands.) OK, then — to the Index! The Final 9: 1. The Artist 2. The Help 3. The Descendants 4. Hugo 5. Moneyball 6. The Tree of Life 7. Midnight in Paris 8. The Daldry 9. War Horse Though we cannot rule out any of these underdogs’ mounting a behind-the-scenes charm blitz before Academy polls close next Tuesday, or the implications of the reminder that no movie about movies has ever won Best Picture , The Artist ‘s triumph at last weekend’s BAFTA Awards only tightened its seeming lock on the Best Picture Oscar. Still, let’s hear it for The Descendants , blazing the media afterburners for a desperately needed uptick. ( The Help , by comparison, got a forlorn-looking electronic billboard .) Also, don’t look now, but somebody actually dared to write thoughtfully about The Daldry . Not a minute too soon! Anyway, yes, Steve Pond , we’re all with you: Let’s just end this farce already. The Final 5: 1. Michel Hazanavicius, The Artist 2. Alexander Payne, The Descendants 3. Martin Scorsese, Hugo 4. Terrence Malick, The Tree of Life 5. Woody Allen, Midnight in Paris While the BAFTAs nudged Hazanavicius ever closer to Oscar glory and Sasha Stone contemplated the beneficiaries of a potential split vote — which is really the most that the pundits and campaigners engineering an anti- Artist backlash can hope for at this point — only Allen received a truly needle-moving endorsement this week. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Nick Jonas : “[F]or directing, I chose Midnight in Paris because Woody Allen is my favorite. He’s awesome.[… T]here would be a Woody Allen film on the tour bus every now and again. There’s always a Woody Allen movie on.” Now you know. The Final 5: 1. [tie] Viola Davis, The Help 1. [tie] Meryl Streep, The Iron Lady 3. Michelle Williams, My Week With Marilyn 4. Rooney Mara, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo 5. Glenn Close, Albert Nobbs “I hope we can all agree that when the Oscar conversation involves actresses as massively gifted as Meryl and Viola we all win,” wrote Nathaniel Rogers of the juiciest race going. “If only we could have a tie!” Haha, fine for now, but NO . Don’t give the Academy any ideas; it’ll totally screw up my Oscar-party ballot. That said, it’s quite a conversation, with the BAFTAs and the Berlinale’s gala tribute tilting momentum back Streep’s way. But if we’re to believe that the continued dissemination and discussion of these events among awards observers and the media cognoscenti are really the factors that persuade Oscar voters (and I guess we are to believe that, rightly or not — otherwise, what are we doing here?), then wouldn’t it follow that the continued dissemination of Davis’s boundless class, intellect and talent on the campaign trail would either match or supersede Streep’s own carefully cultivated hype? Take this incredible appearance that Davis and Help co-star Octavia Spencer recently made on Tavis Smiley’s show, an interview that’s been covered here , there and everywhere [transcript via The Carpetbagger ]: “I want you to win,” Mr. Smiley said, “but I’m ambivalent about what you’re winning for.” Ms. Davis was direct. “That very mind-set that you have and that a lot of African-Americans have is absolutely destroying the black artist,” she said. “The black artist cannot live in a revisionist place,” she added. “The black artist can only tell the truth about humanity, and humanity is messy. People are messy. Caucasian actors know that. We as African-American artists are more concerned with image and message and not execution,” she said, “which is why every time you see your images they’ve been watered down to the point where they are not realistic at all.” “My whole thing is, do I always have be noble?” she continued. “As an artist, you’ve got to see the mess.” The Academy has never really given any indication of having taste that would or could be moved by a case like that. But if its members in the actors branch in particular do have that taste, and they can hear her voice above the noise, then Davis may yet be the actress to beat. For now, meanwhile, it’s just too close to call. In other brief news, Mara got another profile-boosting close-up while Close — who’s facing such delightful headlines as ” Glenn Close: Next Queen of Oscar losers? may as well ask to just be awoken when it’s Feb. 27. Tough world. The Leading 5: 1. Jean Dujardin, The Artist 2. George Clooney, The Descendants 3. Brad Pitt, Moneyball 4. Demi

Oscar Index: It’s the Charm, Stupid

“Let’s have a moment of silence for the suffering Oscar bloggers as they enter the most trying and mortifying weeks of their labors.” Such was Glenn Kenny’s tweeted lament earlier this week — one eerily anticipating today’s latest, sanity-thrashing edition of Oscar Index. And that’s just its effect on readers! You really don’t want to see the catatonic pall saturating Movieline’s Institute for the Advanced Study of Kudos Forensics. On the other hand, we’re gonna make a fortune recycling this mounting pile of wine bottles. To the Index! The Final 9: 1. The Artist 2. The Help 3. The Descendants 4. Hugo 5. Moneyball 6. The Tree of Life 7. Midnight in Paris 8. The Daldry 9. War Horse Some shuffling in the ranks reflected little more than two things: 1) The profile boosts that certain films’ respective individual nominees received in the acting and directing categories, and 2) our arrival at the harsh depot known as Smug City — an awards-season juncture to which we return seemingly every year now, described this time around by EW ‘s Owen Gleiberman : The audience — remember them? — is no longer a very big part of the equation. I had assumed, mistakenly, that because The Help was an astonishingly big hit, and because its success sprung from the way that it clearly touched a racial-cultural nerve in people, that the movie’s organic popularity — as opposed to the heavily marketed freeze-dried quasi-popularity of The Artist — would be decisive at the Academy Awards. But all I was demonstrating was a mode of analysis about how the Oscars work that is now, more or less, completely outmoded. Seriously, you’ve heard this all before: Gleiberman goes on to contrast the populist glories of Oscar nights past (e.g. The Sting, Rocky , even creatively challenging smashes like The Silence of the Lambs ) with recent triumphs just barely removed from the art house ( No Country For Old Men and especially The Hurt Locker ) as a means of writing off The Artist’s presumed Oscar-night victory over The Help . Yet he makes supplementary points about the smash The King’s Speech (while overlooking another about the hit Slumdog Millionaire ) underscoring an even more critical factor we’ve seen consistently in this year’s Index: It’s the charm, stupid. It sounds obvious. Yet every time we look for someone new to blame for the disconnect and/or disaffection gripping the Oscars, we always manage to forget the only true currency of any value for any of these nominees. The contemporary Oscar economy runs entirely on charm. Your movie can make $1 million or $1 billion, be a polarizing scourge or smothered in plaudits and acclaim. You can place ads everywhere, send thousands of DVD screeners and engineer a fortune’s worth of publicity. But by the time nomination ballots are mailed in late December, if you haven’t found a way to charm a vote out of an Academy member, then you and your film are about as long for the awards race as Angelina Jolie is for a burger-eating contest. Steven Spielberg and War Horse , for example, couldn’t mount the glad-handing charm offensive ultimately necessary for any legitimate chance at Oscar supremacy. I mean, at least Clint Eastwood had the advantage of stars to push forth J. Edgar , but you can barely get Leonardo DiCaprio (or even Eastwood) to promote a good film, let alone a terrible one (DiCaprio wasn’t even in the right hemisphere to do so, shooting The Great Gatsby in Australia all winter), so we saw how that worked out. Among slightly better-faring films, Midnight in Paris makes up for the lack of personal charm from the absentee Woody Allen and Owen Wilson by whisking voters into its nostalgic ensemble charms. Hugo leapfrogged Midnight exercising both nostalgic ensemble charms and a passionately invested filmmaker. Tree of Life compensates for its fleeting aesthetic charms thanks in part to charming stars on the circuit for other movies with charm of their own (though, alas, maybe not enough to spare for the Big Dance). The Descendants is led by the crown prince of awards-season charm, who can only hope that King Harvey Weinstein chokes on an M&M and lets someone else reign temporarily while he flails for aid. Which brings us to The Artist and The Help . I love you, but listen closely: No one cares which you think is superior, or how predictably you ( or I ) think everything has turned out, or your personal pleas , or if you look forward to eating those Artist -themed Oscar cookies just for the metaphorical pleasure of shitting them out, or if Jean Dujardin appears in a naughty French movie poster , or whether The Help is or isn’t just a condescending pile of white-liberal-guilt piffle , or what 2011 releases you’d prefer in either film’s places as we head into awards-season’s home stretch. All that matters is whether or not the nominees’ collective principals have the stamina, timing, access and appeal to capitalize on their late-season standings, and which will extend those narratives more deeply through the media. As such, I feel like should take this opportunity to ask Emma Stone to call me there’s really no more to say about the Best Picture race as it stands today. Everyone is told by the campaigners and commentariat alike that The Artist is the film to beat — except that maybe The Help has enough underdog muscle and goodwill to surmount it in the late-going, and what if the votes are split and George Clooney or Martin Scorsese did do enough to nudge their babies up the middle? The immutable truth is simpler: We think ourselves too smart to be this helpless against their charms, and we hold that helplessness against the wrong people. Even The Daldry , which had no outwardly detectable charm reserves to speak of before nomination morning (yet, it should be noted, earned that nickname for a very Academy-friendly reason), got nominated for Best Picture — while The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo lingers in the periphery. That’s life for you in Smug City. Your money’s no good here. The Final 5: 1. Michel Hazanavicius, The Artist 2. Alexander Payne, The Descendants 3. Martin Scorsese, Hugo 4. Terrence Malick, The Tree of Life 5. Woody Allen, Midnight in Paris No charm or smugness slouch himself, Payne won a nice endorsement this week from the American Cinema Editors, who named the Descendants director their Filmmaker of the Year . Keep in mind that not so long ago this award used to go to old pros in their twilights ( Rob Reiner or Richard Donner , anybody?) before last year winding up with Christopher Nolan; if the Academy’s editors branch really did want to get behind Payne and The Descendants — whose own cutter Kevin Tent is nominated for an all-important Best Editing Oscar — then that could translate to a movement in other branches as well. Repeat: Could . (Though have you seen the Descendants box-office lately? For a movie that only 12 days ago went to 2,000 screens? Jesus Christ . I’ll bet Fox Searchlight can pack that with some charm of its own.) The Final 5: 1. Viola Davis, The Help 2. Meryl Streep, The Iron Lady 3. Michelle Williams, My Week With Marilyn 4. Rooney Mara, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo 5. Glenn Close, Albert Nobbs Let’s not belabor what we covered last week : Viola Davis could have gone the Mo’Nique anti-charm route and still won on talent and performance alone. But instead, she’s evincing both the humility of her role’s profile and her team’s broader insistence that people take The Help seriously, topics about which Oscar oracle Mark Harris had yet another terrific piece this week at Grantland: [A]n award to Davis for making the absolute most of an imperfect part in an even more imperfect movie with a terribly imperfect grasp of history would be the truest definition of a milestone: A mark along a path by which progress can be assessed, and perhaps also found wanting. Finally, we have a category with the kind of churning emotion and uneasy subtext that too much of this steadily room-temperature Oscar season has been lacking. “Category” is a little generous under the circumstances: It would seem to imply that among the rest of the nominees we can find anything more stirring than Weinstein mailing literally barely legal Iron Lady ads exhorting Streep for the Oscar win because, you know, it’s been 29 years. Not very charming! And for every pro-Streep pundit broadside there’s a pro-Davis reaction seemingly just waiting for it. Streep is going to have to press a lot of flesh in the next two weeks to overcome the charm-inflected reality that has sunk her hopes time and again for years now: It’s never about how you badly you want Oscar. It’s about how badly he wants you. The Leading 5: 1. Jean Dujardin, The Artist 2. [tie] George Clooney, The Descendants 2. [tie] Brad Pitt, Moneyball 4. Demi

Oscar Index: They Shoot Horses, Don’t They?

What a week at Movieline’s Institute for the Advanced Study of Kudos Forensics, where the pundits’ hustle harmonized with the guilds’ bustle to create a heavy-duty wake-up call for some otherwise dormant awards-season underdogs. They also telegraphed danger for a few juggernauts once thought unassailable. What does it all mean as we head into the Critics Choice and Golden Globe Awards weekend? To the Index! The Leading 10: 1. The Artist 2. The Descendants 3. Midnight in Paris 4. The Help 5. Hugo 6. War Horse 7. Moneyball 8. The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo 9. The Tree of Life 10. Bridesmaids Outsiders: The Ides of March ; Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy ; Drive The awards race always begins to feel a little more real around this time every year, when the New York Film Critics Circle and National Board of Review officially hand out their hardware, the guilds weigh in with their reliably precursory nominations, and the black-ops Oscar mercenaries hired to cut the competitions’ throats are finally turned loose by their monied studio masters. No such barbarism will be necessary, apparently, for the foes of War Horse , which the Directors Guild , Writers Guild , American Society of Cinematographers and Art Directors Guild — all containing valuable membership overlap with the Academy — each ignored in their respective nomination announcements over the last week. It was the bitchslap heard ’round Hollywood — or at least around the awards punditocracy, where experts hastened to digest what on Earth happened to the mighty-turned-slight-y Steven Spielberg epic. “My own oft-repeated view is fact that anyone with a smidgen of taste or perspective knew from the get-go that Spielberg’s film didn’t have the internals that would make it go all the way,” wrote Jeffrey Wells. Sasha Stone posed a related theory : “All of the Oscar bluster around it was self-generated inside the bubble movie writers inhabit. As the presumed defacto frontrunner there was simply no way it could win — the hype destroys even the best of films.” Steve Pond was sanguine-ish : “The film is still a likely Oscar nominee, but it would no longer seem as much of a surprise if Spielberg himself was overlooked by the Academy’s Directors Branch.” Grantland’s Oscar oracle Mark Harris, meanwhile, lumped War Horse in with The Tree of Life to gauge two ever-deflating awards bubbles: I would characterize both movies as “down but not out” — with a grim reminder that that’s usually exactly what one says just before, “Okay, they’re out.” I’ve been saying from the beginning that passion rather than consensus will power Terrence Malick’s movie toward a Best Picture nomination, but the fact that it went 0-for-3 with the writers, directors, and producers is not encouraging. I can offer a series of valid rationales — writing was always a long shot, the DGA’s large votership of rank-and-filers is generally inhospitable to art films, and the producers just don’t get it. Still, the hill it has to climb is getting awfully steep. War Horse at least managed to score a Producers Guild nomination. Fair enough. But understanding the first law of Oscar thermodynamics — that energy can be neither created nor destroyed but merely transferred to the campaign of a more palatable movie — as we do, it was hardly surprising to witness the rapid ascent of such guild favorites as The Descendants , Midnight in Paris and The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo . The latter pair in particular enjoyed excellent showings this week, with Dragon Tattoo going four-for-four with the aforementioned guilds (too bad it can’t carry the momentum into Thursday’s Critics Choice Movie Awards and Sunday’s Golden Globes, both of which largely overlooked the thriller) and Midnight in Paris drawing at least one persuasive argument that it would not only contend on Oscar night, but in fact has a terrific chance to win . Invoking Annie Hall , The Silence of the Lambs , Gladiator , and other erstwhile Best Picture winners that bucked the convention of a fall release date, Gold Derby’s Tom Brueggemann went way in depth to explain why Woody Allen’s May flower may come up smelling like a rose next month. A sample: None of these films was the obvious winner when they were released. Each had to withstand competition from highly touted late-year entries to prevail under the old “most votes wins” system. Under this method of counting, Midnight in Paris , Hugo and The Artist might split the votes. Each is a period piece centered on creative types in the 1920s and 30s; these somewhat stylized yet smart entertainments appeal to older members. However, under preferential voting, the chances of one of these three winning increases with the one most likely to prevail having the most top-of-the-list support and fewest detractors — i.e., Midnight in Paris . There’s a lot more worthy reading where that came from; Brueggemann’s piece is easily the most sensible, thought-provoking awards analysis I’ve read all week. Anyway, speaking of The Artist , all the guild recognition and forthcoming Hollywood love this weekend couldn’t stop some commentators to from sniffing a backlash. No sooner did Tom O’Neil and Rotten Tomatoes editor Matt Atchity surmise that a fade might be near than The Guardian ‘s Joe Utichi spotlighted the silent film’s thriving subculture of foes. “[A]s the road to the Oscars winds ever on,” he wrote, “it seems this year’s awards favorite, The Artist , isn’t immune to a spirited blogger backlash that sounds ever louder as the film’s five-star reviews continue to decorate its myriad campaign ads.” And then there was Kim Novak Rapegate , the most tastelessly, transparently obvious smear job since someone delivered the L.A. Times mass quantities of weak ammo against The Hurt Locker two years ago. “Today, actress Kim Novak — a noted recluse so out of the Hollywood loop that I doubt most people under 50 know her name — took a full page ad in Variety ,” wrote Roger Friedman, citing Novak’s instantly infamous “protest” that The Artist ‘s brief use of music from Vertigo had “violated” her “body of work.” Friedman, himself a noted Harvey Weinstein ally/mouthpiece, continued in the front-runner’s defense: “It’s hard to believe that Novak was so motivated by The Artist soundtrack -– so full of original melodies and inventive work–that she called up Variety and read them a credit card number.” Who’s behind it? Who knows? However, for those keeping score at home, you’ll note that this would mark the second time in as many months that the subject of rape has entered this year’s awards conversation; previously, David Fincher alleged that Dragon Tattoo contained “too much anal rape” to merit Oscar consideration, which we’re finding now is not the case. And Dragon Tattoo producer Scott Rudin essentially hates Weinstein, so… Coincidence? You’ll have plenty of time to think it over while I apply a few bottles of Purell. The Leading 5: 1. Michel Hazanavicius, The Artist 2. Alexander Payne, The Descendants 3. Woody Allen, Midnight in Paris 4. Martin Scorsese, Hugo 5. Steven Spielberg, War Horse Outsiders : David Fincher, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo ; Bennett Miller, Moneyball ; Tate Taylor, The Help ; Nicolas Winding Refn, Drive Thanks for playing last week, Tate Taylor! The prognosis of the upstart Help director — whose Oscar hopes went from meteoric to crater-rific within about 60 seconds of the DGA nominations announcement — received perhaps the best read from Mark Harris: [F]ilmmakers who get DGA nominations but not Oscar nominations tend to have won DGA hearts with crowd-pleasing studio films: Gary Ross for Seabiscuit , James L. Brooks for As Good As It Gets , Frank Darabont for The Green Mile . Between them, Cameron Crowe, Christopher Nolan, and Rob Reiner have eight DGA nominations -— and zero Best Director Oscar nominations. By contrast, here’s a partial list of the directors who, over the last 15 years, failed to score with the DGA but were nominated for Oscars anyway: Stephen Daldry, Paul Greengrass, Mike Leigh, Pedro Almodovar, Fernando Meirelles, Atom Egoyan, David Lynch. Populists and hitmakers need not apply; even when Clint Eastwood pulled off this feat, it was for Letters From Iwo Jima . This would seem to be very bad news for Tate Taylor — a prototypical DGA nominee if ever there was one[.] The thing is, Harris wrote that in the context of assessing Fincher and Allen’s Oscar chances, particularly vis-à-vis those of Spielberg. Oh, yeah — that guy. Remember him? The slumping titan who epitomizes Michael Cieply’s terrific estimation of how 2011-12 “could be remembered less for its winners than for a large array of high-profile contenders who will be struggling — right up until the Oscar nominations are announced later this month — to avoid embarrassment”? Personally, I can’t envision Spielberg shut out of this category; guilds are helpful precursors, but they tend to have biases that the Academy doesn’t share. (To wit, noted Scott Feinberg: “My hunch is that the DGA’s demographics worked in [Fincher’s] favor, in the sense that the majority of the DGA’s roughly 13,500 members primarily work not in film but in TV, the medium in which Fincher first made his name by shooting some extraordinary commercials and music videos.”) But again, it’s just objectively true that multiple precursors can add up to one collective impact for better or worse. This is either the time for Spielberg’s faction in the Academy to commence rallying or for everyone to just resolve to wait for Lincoln later this year. Or maybe DreamWorks buys a really, really big table this weekend at the Beverly Hilton and the HFPA whips War Horse back to a sprint. We’ll find out soon enough. The Leading 5: 1. (tie) Meryl Streep, The Iron Lady 1. (tie) Viola Davis, The Help 3. Michelle Williams, My Week With Marilyn 4. Tilda Swinton, We Need to Talk About Kevin 5. Rooney Mara, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Outsiders : Glenn Close, Albert Nobbs ; Charlize Theron, Young Adult ; Elizabeth Olsen, Martha Marcy May Marlene If a rising tide indeed lifts all boats, then Mara and even Close — whose film finally made some official Oscar headway in the Makeup category — are finding themselves resting a little higher this week. But it hardly matters in light of what’s happening at the tippy-top of the Index, where Streep and Davis are riding their respective waves virtually hand-in-hand. Take their appearances at this week’s NY Film Critics Circle Awards gala, where Davis actually presented Streep with the organization’s Best Actress honors: “It’s a testament to her that she’d do this in this year, which is her year,” Streep acknowledged in her acceptance speech. Streep’s acceptance speech! Thank God we can proceed with class in at least one category here. Well, class and complete and utter confusion, anyway. “[T]here will be questions regarding this race until Oscar Sunday,” wrote Gregory Ellwood — accurately. The Leading 5: 1. Jean Dujardin, The Artist 2. Brad Pitt, Moneyball 3. George Clooney, The Descendants 4. Michael Fassbender, Shame 5. Gary Oldman, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy Outsiders : Leonardo DiCaprio, J. Edgar ; Demi

Oscar Index: Giddyup, War Horse!

Well, this should go pretty fast: The holiday week has offered a dearth of new narratives to trace and pulses to take, with only one film demonstrating any significant mobility in the studies coming out Movieline’s Institute for the Advanced Study of Kudos Forensics. Let’s get to it! The Leading 10: 1. The Artist 2. War Horse 3. The Descendants 4. The Help 5. Hugo 6. Midnight in Paris 7. Moneyball 8. The Tree of Life 9. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close 10. Bridesmaids Outsiders: The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo ; Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy ; The Ides of March ; Drive First things first: The Academy sent out its 2012 nomination ballots this week, a few thousand bits of live ammunition to keep voters alert as they catch up on any an all screenings over the holiday hiatus. And while pretty much every last hint of buzz halted on the late-coming Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close — except, I suppose, this writer’s survey that singled out EL&IC as the “‘Awards Season Screener’ of choice from family members visiting over the holiday weekend” — we witnessed a fairly serious resurgence for War Horse . It all started when DreamWorks and Disney opened up virtually every public screening of the film to card-carrying AMPAS and guild members — an unconventional mid-season move that nevertheless opened up 2,700 screens to voters mere days before they received their nomination ballots. They have weeks to send them back, of course, but the studios’ faith in the film was reflected in its terrific two-day holiday haul; only Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol performed better commercially. And with many key critics (including our own Stephanie Zacharek ) offering their praises as well, there’s not really any choice but to move the Horse back among the front-runners. Let me just defer to Sasha Stone, who wrote most persuasively on the matter earlier this week: War Horse has everything your Best Picture winner needs: waterworks, prestigious director (that he mimics John Ford here is a win/win), war (bad Germans even) and men. Lots and lots and lots of men. There is a young girl who tends to Joey for a time, and because he’s a religious figure he works his magic on her inability to do much of anything, what with a disease ravaging her body and all — but the miracle horse! Oh, the miracle horse! And a mother who tends to the boy who tends to Joey — “Someday we’ll be together,” the boy says at the beginning. Looks like there aren’t too many women folk around for the poor kid to fall in love with — but he has the miracle horse, by god. But for the most part War Horse tells the story of young men going into battle and the horses who sacrificed themselves for war. It’s about the inherent goodness of people and thus the Oscar race will underline that and bold it. Yup. And that’s just a socio-historical perspective related to the Academy. Factor in the timing and the early box-office windfall of it all — not to mention the slumping likes of The Descendants and Hugo in particular — and there’s your War Horse second wind. But is it too early? We shall see — especially awaiting the DGA and PGA award nominations in the weeks ahead. In any case, also worth noting in light of the EL&IC stillbirth and the putative Bridesmaids insurgency is Steve Pond’s intriguing analysis from the Critics Choice Awards front, where he and the accountant overseeing the Broadcast Film Critics Association nominations — often cited as one of the more reliable Oscar precursors — yielded this bit of insight: A large majority of the Broadcast Film Critics’ more than 250 critics cast ballots, which asked them to rank their favorite movies, one through five. On those ballots, 33 different films received first-place votes. Under the Oscar system, the race is immediately narrowed to those 33 films; every other movie is out of the running, no matter how many second- or third-place votes it received. According to [accountant Debby] Britton, 10 of the 33 films fell below the 1 percent threshold. Those 10 then had their ballots redistributed, with the vote going to the film ranked second on the ballot, assuming that film was among the 22 movies still in the running. (If it wasn’t, she would move down the ballot until she found a movie that was.) When those ballots were redistributed, CMM then looked at what was left. At this point, under the Oscar system, any movie with more than 5 percent of the vote would became a nominee; any movie with less than that would not. And when Britton did the final math, she came up with eight nominees. On the other hand, EL&IC actually made the list of Critics Choice Awards Best Picture nominees, so… Yeah. In short, eight nominations sounds about right, but it could swing plus or minus one nominee either way. Developing, etc. The Leading 5: 1. Michel Hazanavicius, The Artist 2. Steven Spielberg, War Horse 3. Alexander Payne, The Descendants 4. Martin Scorsese, Hugo 5. Woody Allen, Midnight in Paris Outsiders : Bennett Miller, Moneyball ; Stephen Daldry, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close ; David Fincher, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo ; Tate Taylor, The Help ; Nicolas Winding Refn, Drive More of the same as above. Really nothing to add. The Leading 5: 1. Meryl Streep, The Iron Lady 2. Viola Davis, The Help 3. Michelle Williams, My Week With Marilyn 4. Tilda Swinton, We Need to Talk About Kevin 5. Glenn Close, Albert Nobbs Outsiders : Rooney Mara, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo ; Charlize Theron, Young Adult ; Elizabeth Olsen, Martha Marcy May Marlene ; Felicity Jones, Like Crazy ; Kirsten Dunst, Melancholia There’s a little movement around the also-rans — Swinton receiving the boost of a slightly more aggressive campaign on behalf of Kevin , Mara reaping the most of Dragon Tattoo ‘s solid holiday showing — but no one came close to matching the full-court press for Streep. Did anyone not show up for her at the Kennedy Center Honors ? I mean, thank you for your Williams love, Oklahoma Film Critics Circle , but my God. The Leading 5: 1. Jean Dujardin, The Artist 2. Brad Pitt, Moneyball 3. George Clooney, The Descendants 4. Michael Fassbender, Shame 5. Leonardo DiCaprio, J. Edgar Outsiders : Gary Oldman, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy ; Demi

Who Should Play Andrew Garfield’s Brother Happy in Broadway’s Death of a Salesman Reboot?

One of the grimmest plays of the 20th century, Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman , is returning to Broadway with Mike Nichols as director and a star-studded cast next spring: Oscar-winner Philip Seymour Hoffman is slated to play the tragic protagonist Willy Loman, Linda Emond will play his wife, and Social Network Perkins doppelganger Andrew Garfield will play Willy’s son Biff, which makes perfect sense because Garfield has the Malkovichian hair flip . That leaves Willy’s other son Happy up for casting. Who should it be?

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Who Should Play Andrew Garfield’s Brother Happy in Broadway’s Death of a Salesman Reboot?

Paul Thomas Anderson’s Scientology Film Gets Indefinitely Postponed

Looks like Jeremy Renner’s schedule just got slightly less complicated. According to the actor, Paul Thomas Anderson’s much-anticipated Scientology film The Master — which would have starred Philip Seymour Hoffman as a cult leader in the vein of L. Ron Hubbard — has been thrown into development hell. “I was really bummed about that,” Renner told the print edition of Total Film . “It really kind of stalled because when we were rehearsing — Phil, Paul and myself — we kept coming up against a wall that we couldn’t overcome. Or at least Paul couldn’t overcome.” Don’t worry: You can overcome by watching There Will Be Blood again. [Total Film via The Playlist ]

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Late Night Highlights: Chelsea Handler Recovers From the VMAs, Ben Affleck Learns From Bank Robbers

Chelsea Handler may have been hungover from a long night of VMA s partying, but she still taped a new show with Easy A actress Emma Stone — and yes, they did manage to talk about everything from massage chairs to fast food to de-virginizing high school boys. Elsewhere, Philip Seymour Hoffman told Craig Ferguson about his craft, Ben Affleck talked bank robbers, Stephen Colbert decried American Apparel and Jimmy Fallon taught viewers how to be sports fans.

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REVIEW: [REC] 2 Just Another Visit to the Horror-Franchise Ghetto

[REC] 2 relies almost entirely on its tunnel-vision, single-player style for its scares. It’s a strategy that stalls out halfway through, which means it works for twice as long as it should. Picking up where the 2007 sleeper hit [REC] left off, this Spanish horror trip sets up its premise while efficiently establishing its style: A SWAT team is suiting up and turning on its helmet cams (we’re given one soldier’s perspective, though other cameras are occasionally patched in) in order to escort a health inspector (Jonathan Mellor) into a quarantined building. No one is quite sure what the disease is or how it manifests itself, but it’s killing the people inside. [REC] 2 executes its one big twist almost immediately; the series of aftershock-like twists in its wake occur with descending intensity. The last one wouldn’t rattle a teacup.

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The Jack Goes Boating Trailer: Philip Seymour Hoffman Goes Swimming

If today was Sundance Movie Trailer Day, then why wasn’t it listed on my Google Calendar? Anyway, here comes the trailer for Philip Seymour Hoffman’s directorial debut Jack Goes Boating , a Sundance fave that answers the question: Why was Philip Seymour Hoffman wearing dreads during his red carpet appearances last year?

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