Every year, I watch ceremonies throughout the awards season with a degree of scepticism. I mean, it’s not that I don’t enjoy Hollywood’s biggest blockbusters and heartstring tugging epics…it’s just that I don’t care. Daniel Day Lewis is a brilliant actor, yes, but I genuinely feel that a child could film him, with a grainy black and white camcorder, sitting on a chair, eating cake slice after slice after slice, call it “There Will Be Diabetes” and he would still win Best Actor, just because the Academy hold him on such a high pedestal.
It’s that time of year again – for the next six excruciating weeks, film pundits will have nothing better to do than bitch about how their favourite film of the year didn’t get the Oscar nominations it deserves, while whoever moderates IMDb heads towards a nervous breakdown. There’s an easy way to solve this, and he’s called Nicolas.
Best of, and worst of, lists for the year of 2013 are everywhere. Clearly, this is subjective territory and for everyone who declares, “This film is a giant pile of drivel” someone else claims, “That pile of drivel is the new Citizen Kane.” Opinions are flying because – oooh, ahhh – everyone’s gearing up for award season! With winner pools, layman ballots, even an Academy-sponsored bingo sheet available for download, Oscar parties appear to be all the rage. You won’t need to hire your photographer friends to play paparazzi and yell at attendees all night or an actual length of scarlet carpeting – all you need is a little ingenuity.
Bradley Cooper and Ryan Gosling star together in new film The Place Beyond The Pines. This has led to an excess of oestrogen pumping into the atmosphere as hopelessly besotted women everywhere elbow film lovers painfully out of the way to be first in line for the ‘Sexiest Man Alive’ extravaganza. But which hunk is better, Gosling or Cooper? There’s only one way to find out… boys, take it away!
Already tipped to sweep next year’s Oscars. CAN WE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE PLEASE.
With the Oscars almost upon us once again, we at Best For Film thought that we might profit from a review of some of the highlights said gushing award ceremony has provided us with over the years. For the sake of variety, this laudable list shall include both the famous and the infamous, the highs and the lows, the sugar and the bitters. Such a cocktail should be swirled in the mouth like the metaphorical marbles of Sir Laurence Olivier’s plumy tones, or alternatively expelled in disgust like a Michael Moore acceptance speech. The choice, our BFF Academy, is yours.