Awards season means two things to me – stars projecting humility while wearing clothes
worth more than the gross national product of small countries and nominees that I’ll never see.
"Lincoln," "The Master," "Rust & Bone," "Amour," "The Sessions," "Zero Dark Thirty" – these are films, not movies, making serious statements about serious things. Seriously. The performances are committed, nuanced and brave. These films will broaden my mind and teach me more about the human condition. Which would fantastic except that I will never see these films because I’m a moviegoer.
This past year, I’ve enjoyed a buffet of randomness that never failed to satisfy me, all of which fell squarely in the movie category. I didn’t stop smiling for the entire hour and 52 minutes of "...