Steven Spielberg couldn’t have put it more concisely during his presentation of the Best Picture category last night. To paraphrase, he noted that whichever films did not happen to win Best Picture this year would join the ranks of numerous classics of the medium.
Was it preemptive damage control? I hope not. Why be apologetic? Was it lecturing? Maybe a bit, and I think a great many needed to hear it again (unfortunately). But it felt so incredibly inside baseball that it was probably completely unnecessary. After all, a very popular film won Best Picture this year. It seems silly to address a media concern (albeit one shared by plenty of cineastes).
Ultimately, the season ended where many thought it might, going way back to the early days of September. Some held out hope that David Fincher could take the lead in his field on respect and admiration alone, but Best Picture and Best Director will always be a better bet in lock-step. The real post-show discussion focused on the ceremony itself, which was, mercifully, a short affair this year. Just over three hours. But they were three kind of excruciating hours.
With a little over 48 hours until the big night, I find myself in an uncommon state of disarray — my crammed Oscar weekend “To Do” list includes viewing all 15 short nominees in order to make an informed dart-throw of a prediction (stickler that I am, I held out for a theatrical screening), preparing copious supplies of food and alcohol for my second annual hotel-suite Oscar party (sorry, the guest list is full) and somehow finding time to write a final predictions piece.
It has been noted what a solid year of documentary filmmaking 2010 was. It was well-reflected in the Academy’s initial narrowing of the feature field to 15 contenders and is certainly evident in the ultimate quintet of nominees, each of them informative and bold in their own ways.
Following its semi-surprise Oscar nomination last week,
Even after
While Guy has been surveying the
Two days after revealing their feature film nominees, the Directors’ Guild of America has named their five selections in the documentary category. It’s a list that mostly lends credence to the presumed Oscar frontrunners, with one notable exception: Chinese director Lixin Fan, whose lavishly acclaimed debut
After taking a
Look to your right, at Kris’s current Best Picture predictions. Now look at
I don’t quite know how to peg 2010.
Tomorrow brings out the big guns in the critics’ awards derby, as the Los Angeles Film Critics’ Circle unveil their picks, with the New York Film Critics’ Circle following on Monday. (I believe the less prestigious but often interesting New York Online crix are announcing tomorrow too.)
I haven’t bothered taking a stab at predicting this year’s Oscar winners yet. Now seems like the right time, given that everything has been seen (save for two Sony entries with comedy stylings that look to be commercial enterprises more than awards plays).

Cue the annual outcry over what titles didn’t make it — judging from the Twitter reaction, this year’s most-mourned snubee is the Chinese critical darling
I’m getting to that point where the interviews are stacking up and there’s precious little time to transcribe and write them up. It pains me to resort to audio for these purposes as I enjoy writing them out and giving a narrative interpretation of a persona, but sometimes one’s hand is forced.