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I’m sure this has nothing to do with all the Oscar voters being old white dudes.
I hate The Artist.
This is a lie. But people who have had conversations with me about The Artist over the last couple of months might have come away with that conclusion.
Scott Tobias tries to explain why he doesn’t hate The Artist, even if the film’s Oscar nominations make it seem that way.
Have you considered that Michael Fassbender’s penis may have cost him an Oscar nomination?
Well have you? Because one L.A. Times critic did, remarking that Fassbender “had tongues wagging since last fall, but as awards campaigning chugged along, some of the wagging moved from what was in his performance to what was in his underwear.” And now you can live with that image forever.
Honestly, it’s almost okay that Albert Brooks and Patton Oswalt didn’t get Oscar nominations, as long as we can keep imagining their Oscar rejects party.
The Oscar-O-Meter™ is ready to handicap this fall’s prestige movies. How stoked are you for movies that will try to make you cry?
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